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Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades,
Or loose the bands of Orion?
Book of Job.
The feeling that something was going to happen-that odd sense of anticipation-which all had experienced the evening before at tea-time had entirely vanished, of course, next morning. It was a mood, and it had passed away. Every one had slept it off.