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A Young Man And An Old One Sat In The Shade Of The Willows Beside
The Wide, Still River. The Glare Of A Hot August Sun Failed To
Penetrate The Shelter In Which They Idled; Out Upon The Slow-Gliding
River It Beat Relentlessly, Creating A Pale, Thin Vapour That
Clung Close To The Shimmering Surface And Dazzled The Eye With An
Ever-Shifting Glaze. The Air Was Lifeless, Sultry, Stifling; Not A
Leaf, Not A Twig In The Tall, Drooping Willows Moved Unless Stirred
By The Passage Of Some Vagrant Bird.
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