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Louisa May Alcott

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If people really want to go, and really try all their lives, I think they will get in; for I donít believe there are any locks on that door, or any guards at the gate. I always imagine it is as it is in the picture, where the shining ones stretch out their hands to welcome poor Christian as he comes up from the river.
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Beth's views on the Celestial City, in Ch. 13 : Castles In The Air

 
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