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of her house, somewhere in India, reading, the insects of most beautiful color were humming all around her, and the birds singing and flying from tree to tree. As she bent over her book a little more wearily than in the freshness of the morning, and made a renewed effort to fix her eyes upon the page before her, she thought she heard the tramp of feet, as if somebody was running, and almost instantaneously a strange looking figure bounded through the opening of the hedge which served as a gateway, and rushing towards her, with great eagerness inquired, "Does Jesus Christ live here?"
