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How gaily and lightly these people I met carried their radiant heads, and swung themselves through life as through a ball–room! There was no sorrow in a single look I met, no burden on any shoulder, perhaps not even a clouded thought, not a little hidden pain in any of the happy souls. And I, walking in the very midst of these people, young and newly–fledged as I was, had already forgotten the very look of happiness.
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