" "And why not?" asked Kneebone, eagerly. One gets drawn into things. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. In the afternoon my brain and fingers leap to their work because you have been with me. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. After all, it is not long since that a Catholic nun in this country would have had to remain in hiding.
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