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to the utmost all it has to proffer.

I remember one night, walking on Fifth Avenue, thinking some fantastic dream, completely lost in it, when a person passed me, I think at 57th Street, broke my escape of thought for a fleeting fraction of a moment, then I passed on. All of a sudden my dream vanished before I could comprehend. I swore that man was Mr. Germain, and I wanted to see him and talk so much. I stood and looked back long, but you seemed to have vanished I know not where and I was depressed for the rest of the night until I fell asleep. Was it you? 

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