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Page 101
And then the amusin ' thought came to me that there's only one more bell for him to answer , and one more master for him to bow and scrape to , and ' pon my soul , he winked at me .
And then the amusin ' thought came to me that there's only one more bell for him to answer , and one more master for him to bow and scrape to , and ' pon my soul , he winked at me .
Page 102
Easy Oh , my soul ! SARAH : Flora , you will accompany me into my room . ( They start to go , but meet Nestor returning with a decanter and three glasses . ) NESTOR : You can help yourselves in the hall . KEETER ( sniffing the flask ) ...
Easy Oh , my soul ! SARAH : Flora , you will accompany me into my room . ( They start to go , but meet Nestor returning with a decanter and three glasses . ) NESTOR : You can help yourselves in the hall . KEETER ( sniffing the flask ) ...
Page 115
Sunset ! And all my blood too fierce to sleep ! But one dream's dreamt - Jerusalem is free ! And yet - O , warrior spirit depart not From me now nor leave me here to fight alone . And O , my hungry soul , content thyself !
Sunset ! And all my blood too fierce to sleep ! But one dream's dreamt - Jerusalem is free ! And yet - O , warrior spirit depart not From me now nor leave me here to fight alone . And O , my hungry soul , content thyself !
Page 116
Is it then wantonness My soul , for death to take that life that stays Thine own only because thy thoughts lie still ? O , nay ! There is a kind of god who breathes In warriors ' breasts to make them true as Truth !
Is it then wantonness My soul , for death to take that life that stays Thine own only because thy thoughts lie still ? O , nay ! There is a kind of god who breathes In warriors ' breasts to make them true as Truth !
Page 117
They whirl my soul about with windy gusts As ' twere a weather - cock before the storm Twisting and urging it each time it stands . But faugh ! —is thy young brain so sick as this ? Thy brain that was God's balanced instrument Whose ...
They whirl my soul about with windy gusts As ' twere a weather - cock before the storm Twisting and urging it each time it stands . But faugh ! —is thy young brain so sick as this ? Thy brain that was God's balanced instrument Whose ...
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