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It will take some time; I have a lot to talk over with you.
"Nigh upon ten thousand," said one of the young men; "we are the persecuted children of God--the chosen of the Angel Merona."
This was the call of life to his soul not the dull gross voice of the world of duties and despair, not the inhuman voice that had called him to the pale service of the altar.
"Quick, quick, I am dying for air," moaned poor Li, and then, with a groan, he remembered the fisherman's affliction.




