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Was It Heaven? Or Hell?, a short story by Mark Twain |
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CHAPTER 6 |
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_ Daily the child sank lower and steadily lower towards the grave, and daily the sorrowing old watchers carried gilded tidings of her radiant health and loveliness to the happy mother, whose pilgrimage was also now nearing its end. And daily they forged loving and cheery notes in the child's hand, and stood by with remorseful consciences and bleeding hearts, and wept to see the grateful mother devour them and adore them and treasure them away as things beyond price, because of their sweet source, and sacred because her child's hand had touched them. At last came that kindly friend who brings healing and peace to all. Helen stirred; her hands began to grope wistfully about as if they
"How is it with the child?" "She is well." _ |