The Third Quarter
She said so, with her lips on Lilian’s cheek. And with her arms twined round—she knew it now—a broken heart.
“His blessing on you, dearest love. Kiss me once more! He suffered her to sit beside His feet, and dry them with her hair. O Meg, what Mercy and Compassion!”
As she died, the Spirit of the child returning, innocent and radiant, touched the old man with its hand, and beckoned him away.
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