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for brotherhood, charity, peace, and the New World would come. . . . You laugh! Yes, I talk a little nonsense. It's not so easy as that. But see the idea? The leaders must keep in touch, and the herds will follow."
I turned to Eileen, who was listening with a smile about her lips while she pasted labels on to packets of cocoa.
"What's your philosophy?" I asked.
She laughed in that deep voice of hers.
"I've none; only the old faith, and a little hope, and a heart that's bustin' with love."
Brand was adding up figures in a book of accounts, and smiled across at the girl whom he had known since boyhood, when she had pulled his hair.
His wounds were healing.
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