 I could face fever, pestilence, death, and famine, and my heart would never, for a moment, shrink; but for the apostate, for the one who had sold her faith for earthly dross, for one who had bartered eternity for time, I confess I felt a shuddering kind...  Tales from the diary of a sister of mercy - Strana 214podľa Charlotte Mary Brame - 1867Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | 1869 - Počet stránok 468
...permission ; he will not refuse her last request. Will yon try to recover this poor, lost, erring child 1" I could face fever, pestilence, death and famine,...your good work, my sister. There is a person in the reception-room waiting to guide you." We reached tbe house, or mansion I should eall it, after a long... | |
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