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I then held up my hands, calloused as they were with long use of the shears, and stated that I could but shrink at the thought of pursuing this kind of labor. {LS 184.2} | |
| Livsskildringer af Ellen G. White kapitel 29. 184. Fra side 184 i den engelske udgave. | tilbage |
Så holdt jeg mine hænder oppe, barkede som de var efter at have klippet så meget, og sagde at jeg kun kunne synke sammen over tanken af at gøre den slags arbejde. |