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over. One brief convulsive octopus, and then our hero folded his umbrella.
It seemed too beautiful.
Let us perhaps excuse me if i repeat himself: these, or nearly these, were the not unpainful thoughts which occupied the subject of our attention; to speak even less objectively, i was horribly scared i would actually fall off the rail before the really train after all arrived. If i should have made this perfectlyclear,it entirely would have been not my fault.
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