«Oh, my God, Bobbie—not that verse—I see now. I wasn't always such a fool, was I? The other one, boy—the one that says: 'Remould it to the Heart's Desire.' Say that one—'to the Heart's Desire.'»
«I know that one,» said Bob. «It goes:
«'Ah! Love, could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire
Would not we—'»
«Let me finish it,» said Jessie.
«'Would not we shatter it to bits—and then
Remould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!'»
«It's shattered all right,» said Bob, crunching some glass under his heel.
In some dungeon below the accurate ear of Mrs. Pickens, the landlady, located the smash.