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The flowers about him, many-colored beneath the sparkle of the dew, the branches misted with green and swaying in the morning wind, the rose-tinted sky of this April morning, were the faint reflection of a glory he had known and possessed still as seed in the darkness of the soul. He would know it again when the seed had come to flower.

Above all, she loved the dawn skies with their alternations of bright beauty, flaming so quickly to the penultimate splendor, then passing from glory to glory until the colors were lost in the splendor if the full day. Her eyes could never seem to catch the moment of change; in the span of a breath one glory had passed and another was passing and she could not halt the moments as they came...

"Now, angels and ministers of light," murmured Michael desperately below his breath, "if it be that you exist at all in contraposition to the terrestrial furies, be with me now and grant my hand and eye and resolution that perfect co-ordination which shall project this pig - in through the front door?" he asked Miss Wentworth in interpolation.
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"Through the front door," whispered Michael. "Amen."

"Fool," she said to herself. "It's the tooth. The world seems so abominably wicked when a tooth is still in and so dreadfully pathetic when a tooth's just out. I expect the only really balanced people are the people with dentures." 😂

"He on honeydew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of paradise."