grass.

    `You seem to ting t of anything now, Philip?

    `Per I too many ts of seeds, and get no great  from any one of tibility in every direction, and effective faculty in none. I care for painting and music - I care for classic literature, and mediaeval literature and modern literature - I flutter all ways, and fly in none.

    `But surely t is a o astes - to enjoy so many beautiful t alo me a sort of clever stupidity only to  of talent - almost like a carrier-pigeon.

    `It migo astes if I terly. `I mig some poinction by mere mediocrity, as t least I s tisfactions ed to do  great ones. I migy at St Oggs agreeable t noto me but some faculty t  me above tence. Yes - ty.

    Maggie did not   t P ent vibrating again as it used to do.

    `I understand o t kept on being t aler. But, dear P some one  not rigo resign ourselves entirely,  for t three years - even joy in subduing my own will.

    `Yes, Maggie, said Ply, `and you are sting yourself up in a narroicism o dulness all t poure. Joy and peace are not resignation: resignation is t is not allayed - t you dont expect to be allayed. Stupefaction is not resignation: and it is stupefaction to remain in ignorance - to s up all t become knoo you. I am not resigned: I am not sure t life is long enougo learn t lesson. You are not resigned: you are only trying to stupefy yourself.

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