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do not and could not make them common subjects
of talk,

And with this I tried to satisfy myself, glad that
at any rate my lady would talk to me about them.
Shetaught meto repeat simple prayers,and explained
to me the Lord’s Prayer, which I had formerly said
with hardly greater profit than if it had been a
column of the multiplication table. And I really
tried to be a better boy, and I think I was so in
some respects ; at any rate, I wished to be, and that
is something. The long hours that I spent alone
were more than ever delightful to me, for I would
think over Miss Churchill’s Bible talks and stories,
and say over the hymns she taught me, and think
how wonderful and delightful it was that I was God’s
child, that Jesus loved me, that the Holy Ghost,
who had done such wonderful things in the days ot
the apostles and prophets, would come and help
even little helpless me. And I would gaze up at
some break in the clouds, wishing—almost half
hoping—to see some white-robed angel darting
through, sent from Heaven on an errand of love.

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