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I suppose my creed is, ‘I believe rather indistinctly in God the Father Almighty, substratum of the evolutionary process, and, in a vein of vague sentimentality that doesn’t give a datum for anything at all, in Jesus Christ, His Son. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. " "Halloo, Nab!" vociferated Quilt. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. " "Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?" "Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. " The spinster had no retort to offer such directness. Living’s just material. The woman shrugged her shoulders. I suppose I believe in God. E. Sc. More than ever Sir John was glad that he had sat down. ” John’s father added, “I came home to find Carolyn in a panic and fire trucks outside my son’s bedroom.
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