I liked fetching the washing from the Moscrops', and my mother liked washing for Mrs. Moscrop better than for anyone else. That was because Mrs. Moscrop wrapped a bar of yellow soap in with the washing. There wasn't anyone else who thought of a thing like that.

Howard Spring

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It is always a sad thing to understand those who once were obscured by the mystery and intangibility of the thoughtlessly loved.

mystery dream love

If we accept, as we must, the theory of the indestructibility of matter, no less must we accept the indestructibility of the spirit with which matter is informed.

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