This bright wood-fire. So like to that which warmed and lit. My youthful days - how doth it flit. Back on the periods nigher. Relighting and rewarming with its glow. The bright scenes of my youth - all gone out now.
Ah, one favor: if he telephones again, tell him it's no use, that I've gone out.
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