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Various The Quiver, Annual Volume 10/1899

But the twin spires, the great central tower, the dome of the chapter-house, and the length of the northern transept, suggested a building raised for all time, if not for eternity.
"That is old," said Marjorie, a world of possessive delight in her voice.
"You share your father's love for it?" he said, turning to look at the face beside him, its fairness accentuated by the evening glow.
"How do you know? You know my father?" And a man less acute than this one would have seen the way straight before him into the girl's heart.
"Don't you think you can know a man in his books?" he asked.
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Various The Quiver, Annual Volume 10/1899

And then, all at once, it is borne in upon us that we must change our life's course. A bolt from heaven descends on us in the shape of some punishment or affliction. Our darkness and distress are revealed to us.
We seek the only refuge for the sinner. We flee to Christ, as the belated and weary traveller would flee to a hiding-place from the wind, a refuge from the storm, a covert from the tempest, the shadow of a great rock in a weary land. We become converted. In Christ we become a new creation.
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Various The Quiver, Annual Volume 10/1899

This living head, with its silky adornments, was quite a new sort of toy in her hitherto child-solitary life.
Mr. Pelham made an alarmed step forward. He expected nothing less than the sudden destruction of his baby. But Sandy, grasping her tightly with both sturdy arms, eluded his outstretched hand and went on to Marjorie.
"Ain't she a nice baby, Margie? She's a girl. Don't you wish we'd got a girl 'stead of on'y boys? Can I take this'n home?" he demanded, suddenly fixing brilliant blue eyes on the baby's owner.
"Oh, Sandy, Sandy! are you as artless as you seem?"
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