all-for-the-best-ness

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When Simon had read the card, he let it fall on the floor, with a gesture of disgust, and, without looking at Withers, who slunk, pitifully wilted, into a corner, returned to his place on a low stool, where he resumed his former attitude, holding the hand of Sally Wimple, who now, with closed eyes, reclined on Madeline's bosom, that bosom that was, for her weariness, the type of the complete rest that crowns and blesses a brave struggle, of that all-for-the-best-ness that comes of the heart's clearings-up.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 13, November, 1858