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“We are the species,” said Miss Miniver, “men are only incidents. ”
Mr. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable
French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. She roves the blue fields of the North, with
the clean North Wind on her lips and her blonde head jewelled with frost—
mocking valour and hardihood! Out of the West she comes, riding the great ships
and the endless steel ways that encompass the earth, and smoke comes with her
and the glare of furnace fires—commerce! From the East she brings strange
words upon her tongue and strange raiment upon her shoulders and the perfume
of myrrh—antiquity! But oh! when she springs from the South, her rosy feet
trailing the lotus, ripe lequats wreathing her head, in one hand the bright torch of
danger and in the other the golden apples of love, with her eyes full of sapphires
and her mouth full of pearls!
"With her eyes full of sapphires and her mouth full of pearls. Someone ought to be with him until the doctor arrives. ”
“I know. ” He replied. "
"You shall not stir a footstep.
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