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A windy March found her “rather miserably ailing.” Dr. Langmaid came, and pronounced her lungs “sound as a bass drum” ; nothing amiss save a throat irritated by wind and dust. Thereupon she girded herself and buckled to her next task, a poem for the centenary of James Freeman Clarke.
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