Alms, wherever it comes, carries with it a radiance that hides the hand that gives it.
This woman deserved to be melted again like the bells are melted.
If you could do with me as with the bell! Break me to pieces over a bonfire, with the blows of a hammer. Then melt the pieces in the crucible, pour it into the mold... And come out the same!... And another!
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