Impressed with this idea, he paused for a moment to listen. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. . I will shed no more blood. God is a jealous God, and He turned upon me relentlessly. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses.
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