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_fills_ me every moment. Or Polly! the my dear Polly! _God is
love_! Cries! Cries to tall voice! Oh! it so he/she fills me that I want a gust of
praises to go to the ends of the earth. But it seems as if I was not able
you speak more from very a lot of. I/you/he/she allow us to mend on a signal among us' (furnishing
me twice with his/her finger). 'From this self I want to say that _God is love and us
it will draw each other in God. Observe! from this we will draw each
other in the Sally of God._ that enters, he cried, 'Or Sally! _God is
love!_s Shout, both of You! I want to feel Your encomium shout her/it!'
All of his/her medical companion hoped for this duration that he was in any danger. He knew
his/her illness to be the fever; but as him it didn't have bad headache, very he/she slept
without the least delirium, and it almost had a regulate you pulsate, the
you/he/she was thought that symptoms were favourable.
"Thursday, August 11, its discourse started to fail, but to his
friendly doctor he would not be silent while he had some power to
you speak, while often saying, 'Mr. of Or, you take a lot of thought for my body; gives
I go away to take thought for Your soul.' When I was able as soon as
understands anything that he has said, I spoke the words, '_God is love!_'
Immediately he picked them up, and it broke out in an ecstasy, 'God is
_love_, _love_ _love!_ Or for the gust of encomium I want
to play.' Here its voice failed again. If I called his/her sufferings him
smiles, and makes the signal.
"Friday, August 12, finding his/her body covered with stains me till now
you happen them how to feel a sword perforates through my soul. As I knelt me
from his/her bed, with my hand in his imploring the God to be with us in
this awful time, he strove him to say a lot of things, but it was not able. To
length, pressing my hand and repeating the thick signal, he breathed
out 'Makes a will of the Church, both makes a will to my wife!'"
Mrs. Fletcher repeated then two lines in which he had always found
great comfort:--
The blood of Jesu, through earth and skies,