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Reade, Charles, 1814-1884

"A Perilous Secret"

He trembled, he prayed secretly to God to spare her, and not
to kill his new-found child, his darling, in his arms.
By-and-by Grace spoke again, but this time her senses were clear; "How
dark it's grown!" she said. "Ah, we are back again in that awful mine."
Then, with the patient fortitude of a woman when once she thinks the will
of the Almighty is declared, she laid her hand upon his shoulder, and she
said, soothingly, "Dear father, bow to Heaven's will;" then she held up
both her feeble arms to him--"kiss me, father--FOR WE ARE TO DIE!"
With these firm and patient words, she laid her sweet head upon the
ground, and hoped and feared no more.
But the man could not bow like the woman. He kissed her as she bade him,
and laid her gently down; but after that he sprang wildly to his feet in
a frenzy, and raged aloud, as his daughter could no longer hear him.
"No, no," he cried, "this thing can not be, they have had seven days to
get to us.
"Ah, but there are mountains and rocks of earth and coal piled up between
us.


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