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The Captives by Sir Hugh Walpole
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He shall feed me in a green pasture; and lead me forth beside the
waters of comfort.

He shall convert my soul, and bring me forth in the paths of
righteousness, for His Name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will
fear no evil; for thou art with me, they rod and thy staff comfort
me.

Thou shalt prepare a table before me against them that trouble me:
thou hast anointed my head with oil, and my cup shall be full.

But thy loving--kindness and mercy shall follow me all the days of
my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

There was a pause--then Maggie said timidly, "Won't you take off
your bonnet? It will be more comfortable." "Thank you, my dear." She
took off her bonnet and laid it on the bed. Then she resumed her
stand at the window, her eyes lost in the sunny distance. "I did
wrong," she said, as though she were speaking to herself. "I should
not have allowed that quarrel with your father. I regret it now very
deeply. But we always see too late the consequences of our proud
self-will." She turned then.

"Come here, dear," she said.

Maggie came to her. Her aunt looked at her and Maggie was deeply
conscious of her shabby dress, her rough hands, her ugly boots.
Then, as always when she was self-critical, her eyes grew haughty
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