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Excerpts: [... gazed now on that dream-hill, memory showed him, surging like a tempestuous sea, thousands upon thousands of human heads, all tending upwards to ...... the whole multitude. I was no longer just mine own self, but I was all of us who looked, who heard and saw and did not yet understand.... A multitude ...... eyes more pronounced. Soon the old woman returned with a basin full of ...]
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