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“And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. . I’m going up to London with the Widgetts to that ball. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. “Have either of you been out of this room since you discovered what had happened?” he asked. ” His father said. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. Later, she would sew it on.
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