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<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR> A penetrating cold wind swept around the corner and he turned to go inside to see about the steam-pipes. In the outer hall he noticed that the service had progressed to the responsive readings. As he opened the door of the church the minister read rapidly, Praised be the Lord who hath not given us over for a prey unto their teeth. <BR> The day before he went back to his own home, now so strange to him, he was out with her, searching for some lost turkey-chicks, and found one with its foot caught in a tangle of rusty wire. The little creature had beaten itself almost to death in its struggle to get way. Kneeling in the grass, and feeling the wild palpitations of its heart under his rescuing hand, he had called to his sister, Oh, look! Poor thing! Its most dead, and yet it aint really hurt a mite, only desperate, over bein held fast. His voice broke in a sudden wave of sympathy: Oh, aint it terrible to feel so! <BR> For a moment the young mother put her little son aside and looked at her brother with brooding eyes. A little later she said with apparent irrelevance, Jehiel, as soon as youre a man grown, Ill help you to get off. You shall be a sailor, if you like, and go around the world, and bring back coral to baby and me.
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