“But we won’t go away,” she interrupted, looking up to me with as bright a face as she ever had; “at least, not for a long, long, long time to come.
“And I’m so glad you’re to be a vestry-man.”
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“What was it the aeronaut said when he fell out of his balloon and struck the earth with his usual dull thud?”
“He remarked that it was a hard world.”