Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters >>
In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and no >>
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up >>
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Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.