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Then you had better have had your study-hours at night. I am sure that's what you are thinking. I thought so too, and put the thought into practice; but then it _would_ be moonlight sometimes, and the white beams would shimmer on the water, and the regular beat and dash of the oars would come to my ears in time with the wild, chanting melody of the boatmen's song. That was just the way of it on the night when I heard this story; and when my cigar had burned out and the autumn air had begun to chill me with its fresh, crisp breath, I said to myself,
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It's of no use. I'll shut the old book and spend an hour with Uncle Joseph.