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— William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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Chapter 208 of 365

Chapter Viii—the Ray Of Light In The Hovel

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The big girl approached and laid her hand in her father’s.

“Feel how cold I am,” said she.

“Bah!” replied the father, “I am much colder than that.”

The mother exclaimed impetuously:—

“You always have something better than any one else, so you do! evenbad things.”

“Down with you!” said the man.

The mother, being eyed after a certain fashion, held her tongue.

Silence reigned for a moment in the hovel. The elder girl was removing the mud from the bottom of her mantle, with a careless air; her younger sister continued to sob; the mother had taken the latter’s head between her hands, and was covering it with kisses, whispering to her the while:—

“My treasure, I entreat you, it is nothing of consequence, don’t cry,you will anger your father.”
“No!” exclaimed the father, “quite the contrary! sob! sob! that’sright.”

Then turning to the elder:—

“There now! He is not coming! What if he were not to come! I shall haveextinguished my fire, wrecked my chair, torn my shirt, and broken mypane all for nothing.”

“And wounded the child!” murmured the mother.

Chapter Viii—the Ray Of Light In The Hovel

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