Nothing Can Hurt You, Nothing. Nothing

The storm swept over the cabin, and in celie's throat there rose a little sob. So swiftly had darkness gathered that philip could no longer see her except where her face made a pale shadow in the gloom. His soul rose in a wild ecstasy and rode on the wings of the storm closer. He held her against his breast, and he said, nothing can hurt you, dear. Nothing. It was not new to philip. He had heard it when it seemed to him ten thousand children were crying under the rolling and twisting onrush of the clouds.

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