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The Story of an African Farm, a novel by Olive Schreiner
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prayer. The little room was full of light. It appeared to the German that
Christ was very near him, and that at almost any moment the thin mist of
earthly darkness that clouded his human eyes might be withdrawn, and that
made manifest of which the friends at Emmaus, beholding it, said, "It is
the Lord!"

Again, and yet again, through the long hours of that night, as the old man
walked he looked up to the roof of his little room, with its blackened
rafters, and yet saw them not. His rough bearded face was illuminated with
a radiant gladness; and the night was not shorter to the dreaming sleepers
than to him whose waking dreams brought heaven near.

So quickly the night fled, that he looked up with surprise when at four
o'clock the first grey streaks of summer dawn showed themselves through the
little window. Then the old man turned to rake together the few coals that
lay under the ashes, and his son, turning on the sheepskins, muttered
sleepily to know if it were time to rise.

"Lie still, lie still! I would only make a fire," said the old man.

"Have you been up all night?" asked the boy.

"Yes; but it has been short, very short. Sleep again, my chicken; it is
yet early."

And he went out to fetch more fuel.


Chapter 1.IV. Blessed is He That Believeth.

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