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What chemistry! That the winds are really not 
infectious. Now that I was approaching 
journeys end, I began to ask myself 
disconcerting questions. It would be terrible if 
she turned out to be Fleckers one. And some to 
Flecker turn to pray, and I toward thy bed. But 
I had probably got it wrong. Yet it was all right. 
Her spelling was different and it was long ago. 
Yes, but supposing she came of the family of 
Jacks visitor [poem]

, with Thornhill, who promised the 
opera? I could never be sure of that. I took a 
pill. But it was worth it. Yes, it was worth it. 
The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould 
in the garden. He certainly could put that sort 
of thing over, the dear old bean. Out of its little 
hill faithfully rise the potatos dark green leaves. 
Thames Dittons sister, as Eric Parker calls 
her---and one remembered the Irishmans 
malapropism in the same tale---had soon 
passed. Long she was ; but I did not linger to 
pay court to her. 

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Original text:

What chemistry! That the winds are really not 
infectious. Now that I was approaching 
journeys end, I began to ask myself 
disconcerting questions. It would be terrible if 
she turned out to be Fleckers one. And some to 
Flecker turn to pray, and I toward thy bed. But 
I had probably got it wrong. Yet it was all right. 
Her spelling was different and it was long ago. 
Yes, but supposing she came of the family of 
Jacks visitor, with Thornhill, who promised the 
opera? I could never be sure of that. I took a 
pill. But it was worth it. Yes, it was worth it. 
The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould 
in the garden. He certainly could put that sort 
of thing over, the dear old bean. Out of its little 
hill faithfully rise the potatos dark green leaves. 
Thames Dittons sister, as Eric Parker calls 
her---and one remembered the Irishmans 
malapropism in the same tale---had soon 
passed. Long she was ; but I did not linger to 
pay court to her. 

Italian text:

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