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The Years of Trial
The Year of Trials | page 36

●   ●   ●    matched in opulence the curse from Lamentations he had hurled at her. “Behold,” she concluded, “the ‘cloud no bigger than a man’s hand,’ already rising in the horizon of Truth, to pour down upon thy guilty head the hailstones of doom.

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