Long years have passed since last we met, And left their marks of teen and fret; No longer faces plump and smooth, Proclaim the halcyon days of youth. But haggard looks and tresses white Betray the ardour of the fight; The same old friends: we meet once more-- But not the merry boys of yore. "It is a great mistake," said Sir Philip Cassim, looking doubtfully at the piece of paper lying on his desk; "then we were foolish boys, now we are--I trust sensible men. Certainly it is a great mistake."…
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