“Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. They were now both in a state of unprecedented physical fitness. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit.
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