She recognized, in spite of this new humility, this honest effort at self-appraisement, the old longing to be reassured, the old eager desire to be commended. But as she looked at him, so frail upon his pillow, she understood him almost as never before. Understood that sainthood is not to be attained upon this earth, even by those who preach of it. That even a distant and occasional approach to perfection is all that can be hoped for of human beings. That the great thing is the caring--the will--the unceasing effor…
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