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 It seemed an age ago that we were there One evening in the room that in the days When they could laugh he called the Library. "He calls it that, you understand," she said, "Because the dictionary always lives here. He's not a man of books, yet he can read, And write. He learned it all at school."—He smiled, And answered with a fervor that rang then Superfluous: "Had I learned a little more At school, it might have been as well for me." And I remembered now that he paused then, Leaving a silence that one had to break. But this was long ago, and there was now No laughing in that house. We were alone This time, and it was Avon's time to talk.