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ROUGH HEWN
He looked out over the sleeping city, its roofs and domes and towers coming palely into the new day; and he saw her dark eyes soften from fright to quiet trust.
God! Suppose he had never lived, never known Marise! The sweat stood out on him at the thought.
If she could … if she could look into his face and find that life had put there what she sought.
The sun rose magnificently and cast over all the world a flood of golden light.
Neale stood in it, praising and magnifying God, who had sent him into life.
