M309165 WE CHANGED OUR MINDS ABOUT BEING WILLING TO TO ME IT WAS ALL TRUE, ALL ROMANCE-ALL POETRY SOMEBODY SENT ME A BASKET OF FRUIT. ALL THE PLAINS AND SLOPES OF THE OLD CITY, WITH BOR, LAY AT OUR FEET FROM THE TIME OF ADAM, BAALBEC BECAME A PLACE SO THE PATRIARCHS JOURNEYED; SO, TWO THOUSAND URGING US TO PARTAKE OF THE PRECIOUS STUFF, WITH- MISSION FOR ME IN THE BAZAARS THE PATRIARCH KNEW ALL ABOUT JAFFA. A CAMEL TRAIN LED THE WAY THROUGH THE GATES A VAST INDIFFERENCE TO ALL PUNY THINGS I MADE A PICTURE OF THE FLY-BRUSH BRIGADE AND THEN ONCE MORE WE WERE ON THE DONKEYS THINK OF WATERING A WHOLE WHEAT-FIELD WITH A GOT IT MADE CHEAP SOMEWHERE, WITH HER PICTURE SET OUT ON THE LONG, STEADY, ATLANTIC SWING. Facing p. 294 300 302 |