I shall be very sorry if I cannot have you for a friend. "Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother. Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. "Souls," she answered, drily. " "Everything. ” “It gives in a nutshell the miracle of art and the imagination. ” He was a little uneasy. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. As it happens sometimes, the idea stepped down from the dream into the reality; and he saw it more clearly now than he had seen it in the dream. But Jack and his companion were already gone.
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