o  to Doctor Copeland. Less us all make up no standting bet ever quarrel no more.’

    In silence Doctor Copeland shem. I am sorry, he said.

    It quite all rigely.

    It quite all rigoo, illie mumbled.

    Portia oget cant afford to quarrel.’

    tor Copeland c porc togetreet. tsteps as t ired. y. ayed on t porcil hem any longer.

    Doctor Copeland turned off ts in  in tove. But peace  come to him.

    ed to remove on and Karl Marx and illiam from  Portia o o  up suddenly and turned on t. tled  table h his books by Spinoza and illiam Shakespeare and Karl Marx.

    o he words had a rich, dark sound.

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    e man could us Benedict Mady Leient. It o e to te man even if  ions to ask. Doctor Copeland  trange sound like a kind of singing moan. e mans face —and peace was in him.

    BY MIDSUMMER Singer ors more often ter dinner at ts and as a rule did not go out again.

    t.  tles of cold beer and fruit drinks.  s at th a welcome smile.

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    from any person of te race wor Copeland ered.

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