Daniel Quorm e i suoi religiosi nozioni . agnelli-anche se egli non ti portano in hisbosom. 104 Daniel Quorm. Capitolo XL TRUSTJN dove lui non possiamo tracciare lui. HUS vedova Pas-coe aveva finishedher complainingand doleful membro-mento aveva pickedout tutte le Mystère-ries e lasciato perplesso-ities del suo sacco.aveva sospirato,con un sospiro che ha parlato dei volumi,su un elenco di hertroubles e prove. Lei aveva attraversato avery lunga e triste catalogo dei mali del passato e le paure del futuro. Ella aveva languida-ly chiuse gli occhi come se per mezzo della aggiunta di thatdarkness che era al suo emblema di truereligion e ha.

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Daniel Quorm and his religious notions . lambs—though he does carry you in hisbosom. 104 Daniel Quorm. CHAPTER XL TRUSTJN HIM WHERE WE CANNOT TRACE HIM. HUS Widow Pas-coe had finishedher complainingand doleful state-ment She had pickedout all the myste-ries and perplex-ities of her lot.She had sighed, with a sigh that spoke volumes, over a list of hertroubles and trials. She had gone through avery lengthy and dismal catalogue of the ills ofthe past and fears of the future. She had languid-ly shut her eyes, as if by way of adding to thatdarkness which was to her the emblem of truereligion, and had shaken her head very solemn-ly over her sad forebodings. As to love, and. Trustin Him, etc. 105 joy, and deliverance, she had not a word frombeginning to end. Of Him who always causethus to triumph ; through whom we are morethan conquerors, there was just one word at thelast: in a tone of despair she wound up by say-ing, she hoped she should trust him where shecould not trace him. Then her mouth returnedto its sour propriety, drawn down at the cornersand tucked in under the folds that kept it in itsplace. Poor Danel! More than once he had rushedat this sentence, and hacked and hewed it tillhe hoped it was past recovery ; but here it was, growing luxuriant as ever in the garden, orrather in the grave-yard of Widow Pascoes soul.Again Danel gathered his strength to demolishit. Yet it was with much tenderness, and al-most sadness, that he began— Trust Him where .- Trust him where youcannot trace him 1 Why, of course, of course:you know you cant trust him anywhere else.You didnt mean any harm, I know. Folksmostly never do; but they do it for all that.One way no

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