She retreated to the refuge of her bedroom that afternoon. This didn’t happen often. Curious, I crept toward the shut door. Then I heard it. She was weeping.
“…everything which has not charity in some way contained or implied in it, is nothing, and that this charity is the life and soul of all religion.”
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