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The next ten minutes seemed to Becky like a sort of delirium.
"Well," she said, in a voice such as she had never used since the little girl lost her father, "someone is very kind to you.
The poor sinner holds out his arms to those who were dear to him in this earthly world, to those whose simple piety perhaps he made a mock of, to those who counselled him and tried to lead him on the right path, to a kind brother, to a loving sister, to the mother and father who loved him so dearly.
I decided to investigate, but first I lifted my head to fill my lungs with the pure, invigorating night air of the mountains.
