“From a gift of empathy accumulated as the prize and compensation for loneliness, for being denied human essence, forced to live as a migratory bird, Grace was able to help herself to a mixture of peace after weariness, and she slept, waking into daylight to the hearty recitative of the Village Blacksmith, that is, of Noel,who was using his own language and combination of tunes to sing – one supposed- the praises of waking, thinking of food, light, play, battle, love”(83).
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