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"Who bides his time -- he tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltest tear; And though he fares with slowest feet, Joy runs to meet him, drawing near; The birds are heralds of his cause, And like a never-ending rhyme The roadsides bloom in his applause, Who bides his time. " J. W. Riley.
Have you had bad news from home? " asked Ralph, taking the letter which Ivy held towards him.