`I eke out my days here with care; the eighty-three years of them drawn taut to a single hard knot that weighs me down like a stone.'From her bed in a Dublin nursing home, Harriet Campbell reflects on the time, long ago, when the second greatest joy in her life was her newborn son James; only her...
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`I eke out my days here with care; the eighty-three years of them drawn taut to a single hard knot that weighs me down like a stone.'From her bed in a Dublin nursing home, Harriet Campbell reflects on the time, long ago, when the second greatest joy in her life was her newborn son James; only her God had a greater claim to her love.
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