The little cripple crept timidly up to Telford , with the silky head of the dog pressed against his cheek . Telford gathered the distorted little body to his side and looked earnestly into the small face -- Min 's face , purified and spiritualized . He would have it near him always . He bent and reverently kissed the cold face , the closed eyelids and the blood-stained brow of the dead woman . Then he stood up . `` Come with me , dear , '' he said gently to the child . * * * * * The day after the funeral , Allan Telford sat in the study of his little manse among the encircling wintry hills . Close to the window sat Min 's child , his small , beautiful face pressed against the panes , and the bright-eyed dog beside him . Telford was writing in his journal . `` I shall stay here -- close to her grave . I shall see it every time I look from my study window -- every time I stand in my pulpit -- every time I go in and out among my people . I begin to see wherein I have failed . I shall begin again patiently and humbly . I wrote today to decline the C -- church call . My heart and my work are here . '' He closed the book and bowed his head on it . Outside the snow fell softly ; he knew that it was wrapping that new-made grave on the cold , fir-sentinelled hillside with a stainless shroud of infinite purity and peace . Miss Cordelia 's Accommodation `` Poor little creatures ! '' said Miss Cordelia compassionately . She meant the factory children .
In her car ride from the school where she taught to the bridge that spanned the river between Pottstown , the sooty little manufacturing village on one side , and Point Pleasant , which was merely a hamlet , on the other , she had seen dozens XXXXX them , playing and quarrelling on the streets or peering wistfully out of dingy tenement windows .
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