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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: and planned. I said, I will build him a temple. I will be his
temple se'vant.... Just a me' se'vant...."
She could not go on.
"But it is just these temples that have confused mankind," he
said.
"Not my temple," she said presently, now openly weeping over
the gay rejected drawings. "You could have explained...."
"Oh!" she said petulantly, and thrust them away from her so
that they went sliding one after the other on to the floor. For
some long-drawn moments there was no sound in the room but the
slowly accelerated slide and flop of one sheet of cartridge paper
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