Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. He bowed awkwardly to Mrs. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams.
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