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Je
me
souviens
Des
jours
anciens
Et
je
pleure
...
"
"
Who
the
devil
is
there
in
Ramilly
County
,
"
muttered
Amory
aloud
,
"
who
would
deliver
Verlaine
in
an
extemporaneous
tune
to
a
soaking
haystack
?
"
"
Somebody
's
there
!
"
cried
the
voice
unalarmed
.
"
Who
are
you
?
--
Manfred
,
St.
Christopher
,
or
Queen
Victoria
?
"
"
I
'm
Don
Juan
!
"
Amory
shouted
on
impulse
,
raising
his
voice
above
the
noise
of
the
rain
and
the
wind
.
A
delighted
shriek
came
from
the
haystack
.
"
I
know
who
you
are
--
you
're
the
blond
boy
that
likes
'
Ulalume
'
--
I
recognize
your
voice
.
"
"
How
do
I
get
up
?
"
he
cried
from
the
foot
of
the
haystack
,
whither
he
had
arrived
,
dripping
wet
.
A
head
appeared
over
the
edge
--
it
was
so
dark
that
Amory
could
just
make
out
a
patch
of
damp
hair
and
two
eyes
that
gleamed
like
a
cat
's
.
