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Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. " He laughed and followed her into the hotel. She had not thought anything could equal her despair at that moment. But your face! What happened here just before I came?" "Perhaps God wasn't quite sure that I could hold what I had, and wanted to try me out. Ah, no, I have it wrong. It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. He was amused. You have never seen the child within your arms perishing from hunger, and no relief to be obtained.
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