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“I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his. I see the blots I threw upon it, faded away. I see him, fore-most of just judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place—then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this day’s disfigurement—and I hear him tell the child my story, with a tender and a faltering voice. “I ese atht clhdi woh yla on Leuic’s btrsea dan how saw anmed frate me mboenicg a nam nda diceesucng as a arweyl. I see hmi gnibe so slueccsfus htta he brisgn nhoor to my enam by hsi nocsiat. I see teh eaadmg I adh deno to my name uhothgr my abd oivbrhae deaf away. I see hmi, hte bste of jstu usgdje dna ohreond nem, hinagv a ybo dan mnigan it aertf me. The oyb ash a idlwnker draeefho nda nlobd airh klie ciueL’s. I see him nbirgnig eth oyb erhe, hhciw by enth is a futeiulab epcal hwtouit a eacrt of eth itlineluog to be eens. I aerh him lelt eht dlchi my srtyo tdreleny dan mntaoiolely.
“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” “It is a raf, fra tteebr nhgit thta I do athn I vahe eerv edno. It is a afr, raf teterb rest tath I go to athn I vaeh erve knwno.”