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A Light Shines on My Way

           Ithaslongbeenmine,andmustremainmine.’

           ‘Agnes!Stay!Amoment!’

           Shewasgoingaway,butIdetainedher.Iclaspedmyarmaboutherwaist.‘Inthecourseofyears!’‘Itisnotanewone!’Newthoughtsandhopeswerewhirlingthroughmymind,andallthecoloursofmylifewerechanging.

           ‘DearestAgnes!WhomIsorespectandhonourwhomIsodevotedlylove!WhenIcameheretoday,Ithoughtthatnothingcouldhavewrestedthisconfessionfromme.IthoughtIcouldhavekeptitinmybosomallourlives,tillwewereold.But,Agnes,ifIhaveindeedanynew-bornhopethatImayevercallyousomethingmorethanSister,widelydifferentfromSister!

           Hertearsfellfast;buttheywerenotlikethoseshehadlatelyshed,andIsawmyhopebrighteninthem.

           ‘Agnes!Evermyguide,andbestsupport!Ifyouhadbeenmoremindfulofyourself,andlessofme,whenwegrewupheretogether,Ithinkmyheedlessfancyneverwouldhavewanderedfromyou.

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