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doc#140 | it, and she faced the terrible |
doc#140 | one from which she might never awaken |
doc#140 | forest now, she who had not |
doc#140 | headed in what she believed was the |
doc#140 | Grace, and she could but hope |
doc#140 | beckoning. </p><p> Perhaps she had no reason |
doc#140 | her head as she passed. Was |
doc#140 | Culvers ... that she had erred in |
doc#140 | and peaceful as she walked along. |
doc#140 | her heart when she entered the forest |
doc#140 | trees through which she occasionally passed did |
doc#140 | as signs that she was nearing the |
doc#140 | nearing the glen she sought, and |
doc#140 | sought, and she was glad to |
doc#140 | days ago, she would have thought |
doc#140 | to consider what she would do if |
doc#140 | should fail; she directed all of |
doc#140 | If, as she walked, her |
doc#140 | to time, she chose to ignore |
doc#140 | more dim, she tried not to |