The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that — George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
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The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that to be left alone is not always to be forsaken.

— George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
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