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It was Christmas morning. All the good people of Kingcombe were going to church. One only household did not go to church -- there was hardly need, when all their life henceforward would be one long grateful psalm.
Agatha came down much as she had done on her first Sunday morning in the same house, and made breakfast in the little parlour. There was a strange hush about her -- a joy too solemn for outward expression. When she had finished all her preparations, she stood by the window, looking on the sunny little garden, and listening to the Christ-mas-bells. The tears sprang faster -- faster -- her lips moved. What she was uttering no ear heard -- save One. Whatever the good Kingcombe people thought, He to whom the whole earth is a temple, and all time a long Sabbath of praise -- would forgive her that she did not go to church that day.