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...away with it." I took the book from her hand; a short, thick volume, at least a century old, bound with greasy black leather. I turned the yellow and...style, his spirit might be observed in every line of 141 the uncouth-looking old volume — the air, the style, the spirit of the writer of the book which...

...Flanders." I took the book from her hand, — a short, thick volume, at least a century old, bound with greasy black leather. I turned the yellow and...writer of the book which first taught me to read. . . . "This is a singular book," says I, at last. "But it does not appear to have been written to prove...