March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.
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- Author's profession: Author
- Nationality: canadian
- Born: November 30, 1874
- Died: April 24, 1942
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