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for the family circle, dare not follow. Yet I may tell you that he knelt
down at his bedside, happy and drowsy, and said, "Our Father 'chartin'
heaven," even as he had learnt it by rote from his mother nearly twenty
years ago. And anon when his breathing had become deep and regular, we
may creep into his bedroom and catch him at his dreams. He is lying
upon his left side, with his arm under the pillow. It is dark, and he
is hidden; but if you could have seen his face, sleeping there in the
darkness, I think you would have perceived, in spite of that treasured,
thin, and straggling moustache, in spite of your memory of the coarse
words he had used that day, that the man before you was, after all, only
a little child asleep.
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