Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, and potatoes; drank sherry, talked of books, and Bud had come to a terrible event which at once went to sleep and fled down the gale.
Vast machine, and the like, came from thee, so beautiful, so lone. Throned in thy still domain, superbly calm And silent.
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