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 "Do you mind if I see what you've written?"

The young man shrank. "Not at all," he finally replied, shoving the sheets to the edge of his table.

Paul's curiosity had been aroused by a blend of intensity and fastidiousness that reminded him of himself in days gone by. As he read, this impression was confirmed, for the poem evoked one of his most familiar moods: