From the moment they take down their scaffolding--nay, while it is yet standing--the dissolution begins.

All their complicated structure of weights, counterweights, thrusts, balances, has started an internecine conflict, stone warring against stone, the whole disintegrating--" "Excuse me, Brother--" "Copas, my lord." "Excuse me, Brother Copas," said the Bishop with a smile, "if I do not quite see to what practical conclusion we are tending." "There is a moral ahead, my lord.

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