Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night. — Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night. — Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night. — Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night. — Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night. — Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
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Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

— Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
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