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"I HATE learning Scripture! At least-I don't like it-or see the good of it," said Robbie, his eager tone diminishing as he got through his sentence, and his eyes met those of his father's, a patient invalid, sitting by the fire.
If there was one person Robbie was devoted to, it was his father. So while he was speaking, his eyes turned naturally to those quiet grey ones, which had looked out on the world so tenderly for so many years.