You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Thank him, not me, man. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. Sydney Courtlaw—Mr. Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain.
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