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| 20 | 50 | I View more quotes about struggled">struggled to my feet, my heart torn with grief. |
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| 20 | 47 | I sat alone in the mountains, my head in my hands. |
| 20 | 48 | Slowly, with agony, I began to believe that it had indeed been nothing but the cruelest of dreams and that I was now once again coming to my senses. |
| 20 | 49 | I could not believe this in my heart of hearts, but my mind, forcefully and coolly, required this conclusion. |
| 20 | 50 | I struggled to my feet, my heart torn with grief. |
| 20 | 51 | But then, on the ground near my boot, I saw it—a small object, a tiny, round object. |
| 20 | 52 | I fell on my knees and snatched it up, my eyes bursting with tears, my heart knowing the full sweep of the saddest joy that can overwhelm a man. |
| 20 | 53 | In my hand I held the ring of red metal, the ring that bore the crest of Cabot, the gift of my father. |