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The bliss had lasted one hundred and forty years, far more than an entire mortal lifetime. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. I suppose my creed is, ‘I believe rather indistinctly in God the Father Almighty, substratum of the evolutionary process, and, in a vein of vague sentimentality that doesn’t give a datum for anything at all, in Jesus Christ, His Son. " "Wood!" exclaimed Trenchard,—"of Wych Street?" "The same. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. " "Won't you take me?" "No; you must await my return here.
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