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_An old man cried, "Umbrella to sell. " It had no handle. / He met an old woman who cried she had an umbrella / to sell, but only the handle. Each called what they had / an umbrella, but only the man's could keep off the rain._
There is a small book, written by one of the greatest masters of fiction. No romance stirs the blood, excites the imagination of weary men, as this book does. Lever, Dumas, Hugo are pigmies compared to this giant among story-tellers.