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he sat still in the night. The house quiet. The babe had awakened, cried and then quieted at Elizabeth’s full breast. All were asleep, except this young, pregnant virgin. Her belly had begun to swell. In these quiet hours of very early morning, she thought of Joseph, she thought of her parents, she thought of Nazareth, she thought of her quiet place by the spring and what had happened there. Elizabeth was happy with her child, she wanted to be happy with hers. She wanted to go home. It was time.
