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in the morning and found that my dreams had distilled a gem. I have no casket to inclose it, no king’s crown whereon to fix it, no chain from which to hang it, and yet have not the heart to throw it away. My Kshatriya’s right arm, idly occupied in holding it, forgets its duties.

Tell me your thoughts, sir!

My mind is busy with thoughts of hunting to-day. See, how the rain