s body? O us devise a met is our only c occupation s of tivity; and not a o kno there once was Shakespeare!”

    “It is too late,” I replied. “e cannot provide even for t we have.”

    “And to believe in intellect,” she said.

    reet, and, listening, reaty of Peace  been signed. terfered no doubt he fireworks.

    “My cook alia, “and Ann  out over ea. I must go home.”

    “It’s no good—not a bit of good,” I said. “Once so read teaco believe in—and t is herself.”

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