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hut the house remained silent and 
tenantless. Seed-time passed into 
harvest and the ancient miracle w 
wrought again : hut in the un- 
opened house, to which the sun 
found access only for a tew slender 
beams, the record of Foster's life lay 
like a seed buried in the ground, 
beyond the reach oi warmth and 
light. 
In October, when the banners of 
the retreating hosts were flaming 
on the hills, the closed windows 
were suddenly opened and the door 
swung wide for a new tenant. The 
farmer folk were at their wits' ends 
to classify him, for his like had 
never been seen in that country be- 
fore save in so 
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