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(42)enter the low attic where daylight streams in garishly through a broken roof, the timbers of which stand out like the ribs of some strange and monsterous skeleton hoisted high in the air.In the attic there is the everlasting disorder of wreck and ruin round you still,But lo - from a colored picture on the wall the calm face of the peaceful Jesus looks you full in the eyes.The face of that brave strong man of mercy and of unfailing love.Here where a whole community has been dispersed, scattered, lost; and thousands of houses crushed for ever out of existence. Where nothing
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