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these were the faces of her own, own school-
fellows, all lighted with the same radiance of
holy love.

Tears came into Rovina’s eyes, and coursed
down her cheeks, before she could remove
them from the picture. Lizzie, Julia, Lucy,
Louise, and there was her own face, and
again, not her own face ; her own features,
her own look, only the expression was just as
though an angel looked through it. She was
beautiful. The new habit of love and gentle-
ness had been like the fairy in the Cinderella,
indeed arraying its charge in beauty. Alice
was there in her Cinderella dress too, and all,
the whole, looking just as they did at that
moment, in reality ; for when she did remove
her eyes, behold, the groups of girls had been
silently changing places, and now all stood
clustered about her in the same group as in
the wondrous painting. Ah, there they