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One of those robust, dynamic girls with the muscles of a welterweight and a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Gustav eyed Hector pacing across the carpeted study floor. Life already contained sufficient challenges without having to endure his colleague turning up for tea in clogs. The dull thud of Hector's inept carriage became an inescapable presence as he mused. Abruptly the rhythm was broken as Gustav picked up his pen and declared 'I have work to do!' Hector nodded in quiet acceptance and clomped back diminishingly to his own time frame.
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