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what fearest thou?
Am I not thy loving father ?" "Thou art good to me that am unworthy, O mighty and gracious lord: that in truth I know.

But--but--it grieveth me to think of him that is to die, and--" "Ah, 'tis like thee, 'tis like thee! I know thy heart is still the same, even though thy mind hath suffered hurt, for thou wert ever of a gentle spirit.