This is grace I am saying! Oh! my dear! all the joy and weeping of life are mixed in me now and all the gratitude. Spurling attended him as his nurse, and, under her care, he speedily revived. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. He began shoveling dirt over the bodies. The latter were saved; but of the former nothing but the blackened stone walls were found standing on the morrow. ’ Mrs Ibstock’s lips tightened and she looked away a moment. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. " "You mustn't think of that, Mrs.
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