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The glory of his brow vanished; the light of his eye grew cold; and I

heldwe parted

But the an to feel

soan to

be rather vain ofto myself, "In a land like this,

with so many illusions everywhere, I need his aid to disenchant the

things around s

in their true colour and form And I am not one to be fooled with the

vanities of the common crowd I will not see beauty where there is

none I will dare to behold things as they are And if I live in a waste

instead of a paradise, I will live knohere I live" But of this

a certain exercise of his pohich soon followed quite curedand distrust It

was thus: