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To Anna, the baby was a complete bliss and fulfilment Her

desires sank into abeyance, her soul was in bliss over the baby

It was rather a delicate child, she had trouble to rear it She

never for a ht it would die It was a delicate

infant, therefore it behoved her toShe threw

herself into the labour, the child was everything Her

iination was all occupied here She was a h to handle the new little li in the stillness All the future

rang to her out of the sound of the baby's crying and cooing,

she balanced the co years of life in her hands, as she

nursed the child The passionate sense of fulfilerminated in her, made her vivid and powerful All the

future was in her hands, in the hands of the woain with child She

seemed to be in the fecund of storm life, every moment was full

and busy with productiveness to her She felt like the earth,

the wen occupied hian, he trained the choir-boys, he taught a Sunday-school

class of youths He was happy enough There was an eager,

yearning kind of happiness in hiht the boys on

Sundays He was all the ti himself with the proximity

of some secret that he had not yet fathomed

In the house, he served his wife and the little matriarchy

She loved him because he was the father of her children And she