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Across the road a huge sycamore blocked the way and on the pike a giant willow had crashed down. "Very good, major; I understand why I am a traitor. But a coward?" "Pooh," said Patricia, turning from her own reflection with a gay laugh. "You don't need to try. I do worship beauty, and I always shall. I like to laugh and sing and be happy. I like blue skies because God made them that way. And I don't think a pink rose is wickeder for being pink than if it were grubby gray. I think being happy is the serious business of life—when you take other people in with you—and I reckon God thinks so too.".
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