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The general nodded to her, then stepped up to the podium. The strength of her faith gave her an ascendant over thesentiments of nature, and she even desired this cruel separation,bearing it with joy, out of a pure and heroic love of God. FECHIN, ABBOT. If edifying histories are inserted inthe church-office, they stand upon their own credit.
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