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How rich life would be if I could commence it with him , and we struggle up together ! Oh , Heaven , grant , '' she sighed , looking earnestly upward , `` that through these wonderful , terrible changes , I may climb the mountain at his side , as he so graphically portrayed it in his picture ! '' Mrs. Leonard still slept , and her husband in an agony of anxiety watched at her side . At last , a little before midday , she opened her eyes and said , in her natural tone : `` Why , John , I must have greatly overslept . Where am I ? '' and then , as her husband fairly sobbed for joy , she started up and said , hurriedly : `` What is the matter ? What has happened ? ''