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1 1|        beams with joy over the reading of the will. A poet might
2 2|     application, and a love of reading which possessed me from
3 2|    have divined her secrets by reading them through her slumber.
4 3|        he reads - he is always reading, you see - it is a notion
5 3|  beside the fire. ~Raphael was reading the paper. He sat in an
6 3| himself. He would have gone on reading, and felt for the sheet
7 3|    words of love!" ~"I was not reading, my dear angel; I was looking