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Modern Science, Then, So Far From Being An Enemy Of Romance, Is Seen On Every Hand To Be Its Sympathetic And Resourceful Friend, Its Swift And Irresistible Helper In Its Serious Need, And An Indulgent Minister To Its Lighter Fancies.

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Modern Science, Then, So

Richard Le Gallienne

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Modern Science, Then, So Far From Being An Enemy Of Romance, Is Seen On Every Hand To Be Its Sympathetic And Resourceful Friend, Its Swift And Irresistible Helper In Its Serious Need, And An Indulgent Minister To Its Lighter Fancies.

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