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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Barbara Who Came Back — VII. Barbara's Son (1913)

There in the opening was Anthony talking with one whom she knew for their daughter, the baby that had died, talking of her, Barbara. In a minute they were gone, but she had seen them, she was sure that she had seen them, and the knowledge warmed her heart.
So there was no error: the Bible Was true, more or less; Faith was not built on running water or on sand. Life was not a mere hellish mockery where tiaras turned to crowns of thorns and joy was but an inch-rule by which to measure the alps of human pain. Life was a door, a gateway.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Barbara Who Came Back — VII. Barbara's Son (1913)

Thus Barbara argued to herself, but the truth was, she did not wish to go. Her dearest associations were in the churchyard yonder, the churchyard where she hoped ere long she would be laid. She hated life, she craved for death.
This was her sin.
Night by night she lay awake and thought of Anthony, her darling, her beloved. She remembered that dream of his about a home that awaited him in another world, and she loved to fancy him as dwelling in that place of peace and making ready for her coming.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Barbara Who Came Back — VII. Barbara's Son (1913)

Troubles that we strive to escape nearly always recoil upon our heads, whereas if they are faced, often they melt away. If you remain in the world to watch and help him, your son’s nature, bad as it seems to be, may yet alter, for after all I know that he loves you. But if you give up and leave the world, who can tell what will happen to him when he is quite uncontrolled and in possession of his fortune?”
Barbara recognised the truth of her father’s words, and while he lived tried to act up to them.
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