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90 bell. All the brothers were then hurrying to the chapel; the dead in life, at this untimely hour, were already beginning the uncomforted labours of their day. The dead in life there was a chill reflection. And the words of a French song came back into my memory, telling of the best of our mixed existence:

And I blessed God that I was free to wander, free to hope, and free to love.