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as perfect as those great stars: that on these — and on Harry — as surely as on the stars — God had spent, if not infinite pains, certainly not less divine. But walking the same shore by daylight I recognised that the shells, if quint-ps/1ac/48dc/10more intelligible than a God who produced them suddenly at will, were, the mosses,ndid waste too costly foquint-ps/1ac/48dc/10r tquint-ps/1ac/48dc/10heir perfection: and the Artificer who hung them there after millions of years of patient effort, then at least so superlative a wisdom that to conceive of them as wastage was to deny the mind which called them forth.

There they were: and that He who had skill to create them could blunder in using them was simply incredible.

But this led to, the flowers I trampled on, each in its way,