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WHETHER I SPEAK OF MYSELF.
He went into his closet and shut to the door--came out again, and
went straight to visit a certain grievous old woman.
The next open result was, that, on the following Sunday, a man went
up into the pulpit who, for the first time in his life, believed he
had something to say to his fellow-sinners. It was not now the
sacred spoil of the best of gleaning or catering that he bore
thither with him, but the message given him by a light in his own
inward parts, discovering therein the darkness and the wrong.
He opened no sermon-case, nor read words from any book, save, with
trembling voice, these:
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