CHAPTER 3
Facing North and East
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"God help us through the common days, The level stretches white with dust, When thought is tired, and hands upraise Their burden feebly, since they must. In days of overwhelming care Then most we need the strength of prayer."
"OH, miss, I'm glad to see you back! I could do nothing with the mistress. She insisted on getting up, and is now turning out her writing-table. She's looking like death, and hasn't touched her beef-tea!"