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There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. Mounting the door he had last opened, he placed his hands on the wall above, and quickly drew himself up. He, therefore, desires to interrogate him. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence. That added to his puzzle. ‘Quickly! You must get up. ” “That is so,” Anna admitted. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs.
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