It were Morton who forst come by ear, an' did so tell we what bedevilled 'im so. Twere like Christmas on the moist-lit common, vast and erudite, gluey in it's very hue, murky to the depths, and thence lost to every sense but the one last sense he did foretell of. And that sense he has had foretold so long ago, that we's long forgot worrit wore.
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