LONELY GETS RELIGION
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Lonely pored over the book until the end was reached, until the sun was low in the west. Then he gazed out, through the half-lights of the dingy little cave, into a new and wonderful world.
PORED OVER THE BOOK UNTIL THE END WAS REACHED
To do good, like Miss Agatha Doring, to greet every one with a quiet and gentle smile, to have your elders look after you approvingly,
