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THE HUNT FOR HAPPINESS
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Randal turned abruptly, and they went stepping slowly down the winding path through the yellow-blossomed broom and among the pine-trees, down to the carriage-road, where the driver still occasionally hummed snatches of his patois street-songs. And as they went, Randal murmured again to himself, but so softly that his friend did not hear him:
'O beautiful and beneficent Death!'
Printed by T. and A. Constable, Printers to Her Majesty
at the Edinburgh University Press
