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Pierson looked up with amazement.
`Of course you have a mind.'
Gratian shook her head. `No, you thought my mind was yours; and now you think it's George's. But it's my own. When you were my age weren't you trying hard to find the truth yourself, and differing from your father?'
Pierson did not answer. He could not remember. It was like stirring a stick amongst a drift of last year's leaves, to awaken but a dry rustling, a vague sense of unsubstantiality. Searched? No doubt he had searched, but the process had brought him nothing. Knowledge was all smokel Emotional faith alone ;,as truth-reality!
`Ah, Gracie!' he said, `search if you must, but where will you find bottom? The well is too deep for us. You will come back to God, my child, when you're tired out; the only rest is there.'
`I don't want to rest. Some people search all their lives, and die searching. Why shouldn't I?'
`You will be most unhappy, my child.'
`If I'm unhappy, Dad, it'll be because the world's unhappy. I don't believe it ought to be; I think it only is, because it shuts its eyes.'
Pierson got up. `You think I shut my eyes?' Gratian nodded.
`If I do, it is because there is no other way to happiness.' `Are you happy, Dad?'
`As happy as my nature will let me be. I miss your mother. If I lose you and Noel ...'
`Oh, but we won't let you !'
Pierson smiled. `My dear,' he said, `I think I have !'

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Some wag, with a bit of chalk, had written the word `Peace' on three successive doors of a little street opposite Buckingham Palace.

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