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What? You think I am jesting? I'm in sober earnest, as true as I live!

But I haven't a soul.

Then of course you must get one!

How, Lord?

Just leave me alone for that;— I shall look after your education. No soul? Why, truly you're not over bright, As the saying goes. I've observed it with pain. But pooh! for a soul you can always find room. Come here! let me measure your brain-pan, child.— There is room, there is room, I was sure there was. It's true you never will penetrate Very deep; to a large soul you'll scarcely attain;—- But never you mind; it won't matter a bit;— You'll have plenty to carry you through with credit

The Prophet is gracious

You hesitate? Speak!

But I'd rather

Say on; don't waste time about it!