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6445	Brooke, Rupert	Letters from America			.txt	text/plain	38205	1985	75	bloom of which his short life had too little time to remove and faith; we feel him not a little lost and lonely and stranded in the New shoulder, and a voice said, "Look hard at that, young man! the waters of the sea, and some great liner making its slow way out to The harbour was bright with sunlight and blue water and little white romance in the long grim American train, in the great lake we passed in little French villages, by day and by night. clear light blue, almost cloudless, like an English sky, and the water The American Falls do not inspire this feeling in the same way as the A new city; a little understand, old man," he said, "how out of place I am amongst this Imagine a little round lake 6000 feet up, a mile across, closed closed, but further up there was a little place still lighted, inhabited	./cache/6445.txt	./txt/6445.txt