Not one feather only would he pick up; he would gather all that other men had found—weave the net—capture Truth—hold her fast—touch her with his hands—clasp her 去书内

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    When they came to the dark ravine where the icicles hang from the rocks-for love and Life must pass through strange drear places. There is cold, and the snow lies thick. He took their freezing hands and held them against his beating little heart, and warmed them.

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