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Indeed, though, the heart of Mr. Woods just now was full of loving kindness and capable of any freakish magnanimity. INDEED THOUGH THE HEART OF MISTER WOODS JUST NOW WAS FULL OF LOVING KINDNESS AND CAPABLE OF ANY FREAKISH MAGNANIMITY
 "I've been to seek a wife, She's the joy of my life; She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother"-- Only Billy sang it "father," just as they used to do. And then they sang it through, did Margaret and Billy--sang of the dimple in her chin and the ringlets in her hair, and of the cherry pies she achieved with such celerity--sang as they sat in the spring-decked meadow every word of that inane old song that is so utterly senseless and so utterly unforgettable. It was a quite idiotic performance. I set it down to the snares of Spring--to her insidious, delightful snares of scent and sound and colour that--for the moment, at least--had trapped these young people into loving life infinitely. But I wonder who is responsible for that tatter of rhyme and melody that had come to them from nowhere in particular? Mr. Woods, as he sat up at the conclusion of the singing vigorously to applaud, would have shared his last possession, his ultimate crust, with that unknown benefactor of mankind. S OWN PART QUITE CREDITABLY I'VE BEEN TO SEEK A WIFE SHE'S THE JOY OF MY LIFE SHE'S A YOUNG THING AND CANNOT LEAVE HER MOTHER ONLY BILLY SANG IT FATHER JUST AS THEY USED TO DO AND WHEN THEY SANG IT THROUGH DID MARGARET AND BILLY SANG OF THE DIMPLE IN HER CHIN AND THE RINGLETS IN HER HAIR AND OF THE CHERRY PIES SHE ACHIEVED WITH SUCH CELERITY SANG AS THEY SAT IN THE SPRING DECKED MEADOW EVERY WORD OF THAT INANE OLD SONG THAT IS SO UTTERLY SENSELESS AND SO UTTERLY UNFORGETTABLE IT WAS A QUITE IDIOTIC PERFORMANCE I SET IT DOWN TO THE SNARES OF SPRING TO HER INSIDIOUS DELIGHTFUL SNARES OF SCENT AND SOUND AND COLOR THAT FOR THE MOMENT AT LEAST HAD TRAPPED THESE YOUNG PEOPLE INTO LOVING LIFE INFINITELY BUT I WONDER WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT TATTER OF RHYME AND MELODY THAT HAD COME TO THEM FROM NOWHERE IN PARTICULAR MISTER WOODS AS HE SAT UP AT THE CONCLUSION OF THE SINGING VIGOROUSLY TO APPLAUD WOULD HAVE SHARED HIS LAST POSSESSION HIS ULTIMATE CRUST WITH THAT UNKNOWN BENEFACTOR OF MANKIND
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