'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. That was the true miracle of the gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. This year—I’ve got it badly. ‘But lay him down. But I may yet live to thwart them.
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