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I was eager to bargain for thesecret, but he said it was a trifle and not worth bargaining for. The change of thelandscape colors was a constant delight to Mark Twain. When they reached Albany Cable andClemens decided to call on him. (See Chapters lxxxviii to xcii.

vily embroidered with gold, the gold-tasseled mortar- board, and the medals on his breast forming an ad as enjoying herself; and Clara furnished the information right along in minute detail--every word of it false, of course. The little poem, L'Arbre fee deBourlemont, Mark Twain's own composition, is a perfect note, and thatcuriously enough, for in versification he was not likely to be strong. as was the vanishing of the Campanile, that had stood for a thousand years and was turned to dust in a moment.