“It was a city to visit, not a city to live in, but it was the city where Wormold had first fallen in love and he was held to it as though to the scene of a disaster. Time gives poetry to a battlefield.”

“Weep not for me, my friends so dear. I am not dead, just sleeping here. My grassy bed, my grave you see. Prepare in life to follow me.”

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