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"Whate'er thy lot, whoe'er thou be, -- Confess thy folly, kiss the rod, And in thy chastening sorrow, see The hand of God. " MONTGOMERY.
Bidiane flashed around upon her companions. Rose -- pale, trembling, almost unearthly in a beauty from which everything earthly and material seemed to have been purged away -- stood extending her hands to the wanderer, her only expression one of profound thanksgiving for his return.