Tothe slaves of the pomegranate,sons of Adam and daughters of Eve,who drink at the fountain of life,this chalice is offered asa loving-cup.
"When the last of our marshals has stuck the last of his pins in the last war map, all the belligerents will still be of the same opinion as before the war began. The statesman of to-day is perhaps past praying for, but your book will help to form the statesman of to-morrow."
"You dazzle me. You would make me the spiritual father of a new Europe."
"And a new America. Why not? You have heard the call and you are not the man to shirk it. Lesser men than you have tried--all honour to them if they were sincere--to voice the yearnings, the questions, the doubts, of a generation that has outgrown its spiritual garments. All the world feels, knows, that a new voice must come soon. The world is waiting for you, Paul."
Flamby Duveen lay flat amid the bluebells, one hand outstretched before her and resting lightly upon a little mound of moss. It was a small brown hand and she held it in such a manner, knuckles upward, and imparted to it so cunning and peculiar a