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"Wherefore and whence we are ye cannot know. " / "The Winds' Song," _Light of Asia._ -- EDWIN ARNOLD
The first thing that little Gratian Conyfer could remember in his life was hearing the wind blow. It had hushed him to sleep, it had scolded him when he was naughty, it had laughed with him at merry times, it had wailed and sobbed when he was in sorrow.