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XII
    ing silent man full of  out in t of day,  lay er passage in ement.  Kilronan on t: ting near, t close to t urn and ts side, , ag of rope remaining, by w could be carried.

    Probably ted  great, yet t t onations, till tion of tense t tement, and ting turn foamed at tore eaceeth.

    After a ing some special favourite, to keep it quiet coat tied round t to keep to knoion t made me so t I en t currag out, I  on t looking out over the sea.

    ted, and o talk to t me because I am not married. A dozen screamed at a time, and so rapidly t I could not understand all t I o make out t taking advantage of to give me tempt. Some little boys er among tared do is a crorain to tion, no is a  a funeral. Kindred to  in tones, in t, t in every moment of excitement,  terical excitement of tead of finding expression by its cself in t direct  of dream. Last niges, at Innismaan, after rangely intense lig rringed instrument.

    It came closer to me, gradually increasing in quickness and volume ibly definite progression.

    e near to move in my nerves and blood, to urge me to dance hem.

    I kne if I yielded I o some moment of terrible agony, so I struggled to remain quiet, ogeth my hands.

    tinually, sounding like trings of uned to a forgotten scale, and rings of the cello.

    tement became more poe of me.

    In a moment I  as and every impulse of my body became a form of till I could not distinguisrument or t seemed an excitement t  greo an ecstasy  in tex
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