Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost.
A. S. ByattShe was a logical child, as far as children go. She did not understand how such a nice, kind, good God as the one they preyed to, could condemn the whole earth for sinfulness and flood it, or condemn his only Son to a disgusting death on behalf of everyone. This death did not seem to have done much good.
A. S. ByattNever stop paying attention to things. Never make your mind up finally. Do not hold beliefs.
A. S. Byattโฆwords have been all my life, all my life--this need is like the Spider's need who carries before her a huge Burden of Silk which she must spin out--the silk is her life, her home, her safety--her food and drink too--and if it is attacked or pulled down, why, what can she do but make more, spin afresh, design anewโฆ.
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