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WHERE THE BLUE BEGINS

in his trousers. When he woke, the night still dripped, but was clear aloft. He started the engine and drove cautiously, along black slippery roads, to Mr. Poodle's house. In spite of the unavoidable racket, no one stirred: he surmised that the curate slept soundly after the crises of the day. He left the engine by the doorstep, pinning a note to the steering-wheel. It said:


TO REV. J. ROVER POODLE
this useful steam-roller
as a symbol of the theological mind

MR. GISSING