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Now autumn had brought its chill shades, and Phoebus
was looking winterwards with cooler reins. Now the plane-tree had begun to shed down
her leaves, now the young shoots had withered on the vine, and she had begun to
number her grapes: the whole promise of the year was standing before our eyes.
Petronius Arbiter. Petronius. Michael Heseltine. London. William Heinemann. 1913.
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