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     　　"All this is still preliminary to the great matter of the book, but themutterings of the priest who draws back the cur- tains of the shrine--andhere, after the scribe has left these two yellow pages blank as though to seta space of reverence between himself and what comes next--here speaksthe truth, the voice, the fact of all life." But "Oh! Jones," she said,turning from the dusty pages and clasping her young, louis vuitton outlet milk-warm handsover mine and leaning towards me until her blushing cheek was near tomy shoulder and the incense of her breath upon me. "Oh! GulliverJones," she said. "Make me read no more; my soul revolts from the task,the crazy brown letters swim before my eyes. Is there no learning near athand that would be pleasanter reading than this silly book of yours?