They moved slowly, in unison, below us, over the lawn, the boy, as they went, reading aloud from a storybook and passing his arm round his sister to keep her quite in touch. Let us restore to social intercourse that harmony and affection without which liberty and even life itself are but dreary things. I I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and the wrong. He would kneel and pray with others and be happy.
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