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Ah, Nora, Nora, if you could hear as I do the awakening of the birds in the dawn outside! -Morning, and a golden moon, and the bells of Rome ringing forth; and the long night over at last.-

It is cruel, trying to see things at night, in the dark, without either the brilliant artificial light of men or the light of the sun: Whatever light or darkness you have with you, shows them, and by that light alone all things appear.