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GEORGE MACDONALD, LL.D.
It was a lovely morning in the first of summer. Donal Grant was
descending a path on a hillside to the valley below--a sheep-track
of which he knew every winding as well as any boy his half-mile to
and from school. But he had never before gone down the hill with
the feeling that he was not about to go up again. He was on his way
to pastures very new, and in the distance only negatively inviting.
But his heart was too full to be troubled--nor was his a heart to
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