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- Emily Dickinson

Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,

Then, I am ready to go!

Just a look at the Horses --

Rapid! That will do!

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The day of one's wedding.

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Chapter 18 of 21

Chapter 18: Smells

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_THE EIGHTEENTH CHAPTER_ SMELLS “YOUR uncle must now be _found_,” said the Doctor—“that is the next thing—now that we know he wasn’t thrown into the sea.” Then Dab-Dab came up to him again and whispered, “Ask the eagles to look for the man. No living creature can see better than an eagle. When they are miles high in the air they can count the ants crawling on the ground. Ask the eagles.” So the Doctor sent one of the swallows off to get some eagles. And in about an hour the little bird came back with six different kinds of eagles: a

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