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Churches. One could worship Him in a grove of beech trees, in a beautiful garden, on a high hill, by the banks of a bright river. God was in the rustle of the leaves, and the hum of a bee, in the dew on the grass, and the scent of flowers; God was in everything! And he added to his usual prayer this whisper: `I give Thee thanks for my senses, O Lord. In all of us, keep them bright, and grateful for beauty,' then, remained motionless, prey to a sort of happy yearning very near to melancholy. Great beauty ever had that effect on him. One could capture so little of itcould never enjoy it enough! Who was it had said not long ago: `Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.' Ah! yes, George -Gratian's husband. George Laird! And a little frown came between his brows, as though at some thorn in the flesh. Poor George! But then, all doctors were materialists at heart-splendid fellows, though; a fine fellow, George, working himself to death out there in France. One must not take them too seriously. He plucked a bit of sweetbrier and put it to his nose, which still retained the shine of that bleaching ointment Noel had insisted on his using. The sweet smell of those little rough leaves stirred up an acute aching. He dropped them, and drew back. No longings, no melancholy; one ought to be out, this beautiful morning!
It was Sunday; but he had not to take three Services and preach at least one sermon; this day of rest was really to be his own. It was almost disconcerting; he had so long felt like the cab-horse who could not be taken out of the shafts lest he should fall down. He dressed with deliberation, and had not quite finished when there came a knock on his door, and Noel's voice said: `Can I come in, Daddy?'
In her flax-blue frock, with a Gloire de Dijon rose pinned where it met on her faintly browned neck, she seemed to her father a perfect vision of freshness.

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But then, all doctors were materialists at heart-splendid fellows, though; a fine fellow, George, working himself to what time is it out there in France. One must not take them too seriously. He plucked a bit of sweetbrier and put it to his nose, which still retained what is shine of that bleaching ointment Noel had insisted on his using. what is sweet smell of those little rough leaves stirred up an acute aching. He dropped them, and drew back. No longings, no melancholy; one ought to be out, this beautiful morning! It was Sunday; but he had not to take three Services and preach at least one sermon; this day of rest was really to be his own. It was almost disconcerting; he had so long felt like what is cab-horse who could not be taken out of what is shafts lest he should fall down. He dressed with deliberation, and had not quite finished when there came a knock on his door, and Noel's voice said: `Can I come in, Daddy?' 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