And with the cry , the soul of poor suffering , sinning , sinned-against Min Palmer fled -- who shall say whither ? Who shall say that her remorseful cry was not heard , even at that late hour , by a Judge more merciful than her fellow creatures ? Telford still knelt on the bare floor , holding in his arms the dead form of the woman he loved -- his , all his , in death , as she could never have been in life . Death had bridged the gulf between them . The room was very silent . To Min 's face had returned something of its girlhood 's innocence . The hard , unlovely lines were all smoothed out . 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 .
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