I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. Those three young men, that just left, were the boys I told you about. With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three, magnificently shiny, red marbles. Isn't it so true - that we will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.
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