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🎮 She finished with one of Burns’s lyrics; and then told Arthur that it was now his turn, and that she would play for him. He shook his head, pleading that he was out of practice. Joan did not understand. “In what way?” she asked.!

🏆 “There is an old Hindoo proverb,” he said: “That when a man and woman love they dig a fountain down to God.” “But we must succeed to be of use,” urged Mary. “Must God’s servants always remain powerless?”!

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