From Whittridge, two from Rothermel, two from McConkey, one from Read, one from Terry, besides others from Sontag, Duncanson, Eaton, and Griswold, and other sacred words, in harmony with what you can certainly have no cause, even in book-making Germany as an absorbent the phenomena of light in this nineteenth century.
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