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Sanine

Page 73

The market-place lay white and bare in the moonlight. All was silent in

the town.

Never more shall singer's lute

Tidings of him tell.

Yourii hummed this softly to himself. Then he said, aloud: "How

tedious, sad, and dreadful it all is!" as if complaining to some one.

The sound of his own voice alarmed him, and he turned round to see if

he had been overheard. "I am drunk," he thought.

Silent and serene, the night looked down.

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