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Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,   

Then her finger moved in the moonlight, 

         Her musket shattered the moonlight,

Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death. 

– Alfred Noyce

(The Highwayman)

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A wayward thinker hiding behind the facade of necessary courtesies

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