The Valley of Vision : A Book of Romance and Some Half-Told Tales

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The sails and smoke-stacks of great shift were visible, all passing
out to sea

The cathedral spire... was swaying and rocking in the air like the
mast of a ship at sea

All were fugitives, anxious to be gone... and making no more speed
than a creeping snail's pace of unutterable fatigue

"I will ask you to going to carry you in, 'spite of hell”

"I was a lumberjack”

"I am going to become a virtuous peasant, a son of the soil, a
primitive”

The Finding of Christ in the Temple