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A String of
Pearls.
man whose name was James. He was still young,
but sorrow had visited him early in life, and
there were already wrinkles on his brow, for he
had often known what bitter losses meant. Wealth
and earthly possessions he had never owned, for
he had not inherited from his parents anything but
their blessing, but in the struggle of life he had lost
the faith of his childhood—and faith in God and a
pure heart are the most precious inheritance that we
take with us from our home, when we start forth
in the world.
One evening James sat at the window of his
chamber, gazing over the roofs that stretched be-
fore him higgledy-piggledy, black, grey, brown, and
dark red. Only sombre colours were before him,
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