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FOAL BLANKETS : '_How fair, how fresh were the roses ..._' There rise up before me other images. I hear the merry hubbub of home life in the country. Two flaxen heads, bending close together, look saucily at me with their bright eyes, rosy cheeks shake with suppressed laughter, hands are clasped in warm affection, young kind voices ring one above the other; while a little farther, at the end of the snug room, other hands, young too, fly with unskilled fingers over the keys of the old piano, and the Lanner waltz cannot drown the hissing of the patriarchal samovar foal blankets '_How fair, how fresh were the roses ..._' The candle flickers and goes out.... Whose is that hoarse and hollow cough?
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FOAL BLANKETS : white as milk, with a faint hiss it broke up into serpentine eddies, and then melted together again and vanished too, swallowed up by the mist. Persistent and plaintive as the monkey's whine rang the small bell at the stern. From time to time a porpoise swam up, and with a sudden roll disappeared below the scarcely ruffled surface. And the captain, a silent man with a gloomy, sunburnt face, smoked a short pipe and angrily spat into the dull, stagnant sea. To all my inquiries he responded by a disconnected foal blankets I was obliged to turn to my sole companion, the monkey. I sat down beside her; she ceased whining, and again held out her hand to
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