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Dozun the Oisc : Church Intei'iors, 205
them and given them pet names. But now
that was all gone by, and had left her neither
happier nor wiser ; and the best she could
do with her mornings was to come up here
into the cold church and juggle for a slice of
heaven. It was not without a gulp that I
escaped into the streets and the keen morning
air. Morning ? why, how tired of it she would
be before night ! and if she did not sleep, how
then t It is fortunate that not many of us are
brought up publicly to justify our lives at the
bar of three score years and ten ; fortunate
that such a number are knocked opportunely
on the head in what they call the flower of
their years, and go away to suffer for their
follies in private somewhere else. Otherwise,
between sick children and discontented old folk,
we might be put out of all conceit of life.
I had need of all my cerebral hygiene during
that day's paddle : the old devotee stuck in my