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The pleasure in preparing for its advent made days pass as

minutes. Time, borne on the wings of love, passed quickly. Her

soul had gained that control over the mind that it was full with

pure, holy and spiritual thoughts. Her mind could not get beyond

her husband and the young soul that had been transmitted to her

keeping. The divine joy of love was singing in her soul. Rathunor

left her alone in her happiness, knowing that in her condition

any great effort on his part to draw her mind--thoughts into new

channels might lead to dire results.