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THE STORY WITHOUT AN END
this, the dim image of his unknown parents, as it were veiled in a holy light, floated before his eyes: he strove to grasp it, but the light was gone, and the Child slipped, and would have fallen, had not the branch of a currant bush caught and held him; he took some of the bright berries for his morning’s meal, and went back to his hut and stripped the little branches.
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