In the inner hall the dean of studies stood talking to a young professor, stroking his chin gravely and nodding his head. In the wide land under a tender lucid evening sky, a cloud drifting westward amid a pale green sea of heaven, they stood together, children that had erred. Already one long oval bank of sand lay warm and dry amid the wavelets. Try to imagine the awful meaning of this.
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