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"My floating chariot bore reat city Its faint dull sound

steamed up into the air--a sound--how coht I, "and how o to make up the tu that they will

one day be stilled in the surrounding cal impossible there, is the law here!

"But, O pale-faced wootten children,

hoait on you, andmy arms about

you in the dark, think hope into your hearts, when you fancy no one is

near! Soon as rown accusto you with the love that healeth"

With this, a pang and a terrible shudder went through

as of death convulsed ain conscious of a more

limited, even a bodily and earthly life