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with Him--that was true, Maggie, that night. All true--All true. God
will show you His way. It will be revealed to you. Heaven and its
glories. God and His dear Son . . ."
She stopped again and lay with her eyes closed.
Maggie timidly, at last, said:
"Aunt Anne, I want you to forgive me for all my wickedness. I didn't
mean to be wicked, but I just couldn't say my feelings out loud. I
was shy of them somehow. I still am, perhaps. Maybe I always will
be. But I just want to say that I know now how good you were to me
all that time and I'm grateful from my heart."
"You'll get better won't you, Aunt Anne, and then I'll come often?
I'm shy to say my feelings, but I love you. Aunt Anne, for what
you've been to me."
She stopped. There was a deathly stillness in the chamber. The lamp
had sunk low and the fire was a gold cavern. Dusk stole on stealthy
feet from wall to wall. Aunt Anne did not, it seemed, breathe. Her
hands had dropped from Maggie's and her arms lay straight upon the
sheet. Her eyes were closed.
Suddenly she whispered:
"Dear Maggie . . . Maggie . . . My Lord and my God .
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