The old man lay back in his chair asleep. The morning sun beat against the drawn window shades, filling the room with a dim, almost cathedral light. An oil lamp, which had performed its duty faithfully through the night, now seemed to resent its neglect, and spluttered angrily. There was the usual sound of the busy city's street outside the window, for the morning was advancing, but here in the room it was very quiet. A quaint little Dutch clock ticked away regularly, and the tired man's soft breathing came and went, peacefully, for his sleep was untroubled, his heart was full of happiness. Presently the door opened, and a young girl came into the room, and seeing him, there in the chair, s…
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