ous mask; and if thesegentlemen gave themselves such airs when we sat together, they wouldimpose upon lis no more than any other coxcomb. But human nature isweak, and much at the mercy of appearances. When Mr. Jones andMr. Briggs stand, stripped of their mystery, face to face with us, we meetthem… … _z_ THE WANDERERS V\7TA N I >E R I N G, ever wandering, ** Their eyelids freshened with the wind of the seaI Mown up the cliffs at sunset, their cheeks cooledWith meditative shadows of hushed leavesThat have been drowsing in the woods all day,And certain fires of sunrise in their eyes. They…
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