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Dead London
Thetormentwasover. Eventhatdaythehealingwouldbegin. Thesurvivorsofthepeoplescatteredoverthecountry—leaderless,lawless,foodless,likesheepwithoutashepherd—thethousandswhohadfledbysea,wouldbegintoreturn; thepulseoflife,growingstrongerandstronger,wouldbeatagainintheemptystreetsandpouracrossthevacantsquares. Whateverdestructionwasdone,thehandofthedestroyerwasstayed. Allthegauntwrecks,theblackenedskeletonsofhousesthatstaredsodismallyatthesunlitgrassofthehill,wouldpresentlybeechoingwiththehammersoftherestorersandringingwiththetappingoftheirtrowels. AtthethoughtIextendedmyhandstowardstheskyandbeganthankingGod. Inayear,thoughtI—inayear...
Withoverwhelmingforcecamethethoughtofmyself,ofmywife,andtheoldlifeofhopeandtenderhelpfulnessthathadceasedforever.
