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As I pen these lines, there returns to me the vision of a Kyoto night.
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This servant hath been prompted to pen these lines by virtue of the tender love he cherisheth for thee.
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On the day on which I pen these lines, my fortune amounts to about two millions and a half.
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Even today, as I pen these lines, the picture comes back with the same intensity, but little mellowed or softened with the years.
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Every winter since I have worn the jersey, and even now am wearing it on this cold December day as I pen these lines.
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Both live in one, and that One pens these lines.
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Hardly had she penned these lines, when, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, another stunning blow fell upon her.
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Since penning these lines I have read them to the Dock and it would do your soul good to see him squirm.
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Heaven knows I am not penning these lines in any self-gratulatory frame of mind- Iwhowrite from this happy haven among the hills.
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While penning these lines, the writer has on his table two letters upon this subject, one from Moradabad and the other from Trichinopoly.
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Little could Captain Semmes have imagined, when he penned these lines, that the cruising days of his vessel were so soon to end.
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One last quotation gives a picture of the prison of St. Lazare, whence he went to the scaffold a few days after penning these lines:
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Nobody was ever more outside the ring, or less acquainted with the art of "rolling logs," than the humble individual who pens these lines.