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The times are perilous, and you are but an untried youth.
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And this is the writing of an unknown, untried youth!
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He was rich only in his untried youth and the promises of a glorious manhood.
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She was still mired in the rampant egotism of untried youth, as yet the sublime individualist.
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He had the bravery of untried youth.
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But in untried youth sadness has a touch of beauty, a glamour of romance which shrouds its deepest pain.
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"Oh, but that's half the fun-thestruggle against odds," exclaimed Miss Moss with the assurance of untried youth.
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"Oh, aye," Eliza says dourly, "because as an untried youth he's had such difficulty in convincing Cordula's crowned kings to support him.