A Little Pilgrim - In the Unseen by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant
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little Pilgrim burst out in a great cry of joy, and said--
"Is this all? Is it over?--is it all over? Is it possible that this can be all?" "Were you afraid of it?" the other said. There was a little agitation for the moment in her heart. She was so glad, so relieved and thankful, that it took away her breath. She could not get over the wonder of it. "To think one should look forward to it so long, and wonder and be even unhappy trying to divine what it will be--and this all!" "Ah, but the angel was very gentle with you," said the young woman. "You were so tender and worn that he only smiled and took you sleeping. There are other ways; but it is always wonderful to think it is over, as you say." The little Pilgrim could do nothing but talk of it, as one does after a very great event. "Are you sure, quite sure, it is so?" she said. "It would be dreadful to find it only a dream, to go to sleep again, and wake up--there--" This thought troubled her for a moment. The vision of the bedchamber came back, but this time she felt it was only a vision. "Were you afraid too?" she said, in a low voice. "I never thought of it at all," the beautiful stranger said. "I did not think it would come to me; but I was very sorry for the others to whom it came, and grudged that they should lose the beautiful earth and life, and all that was so sweet." "My dear!" cried the Pilgrim, as if she had never died, "oh, but this is |
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