There is no Heaven for your mother. “Lord!” she said. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off, looking away. I am. Anyhow, he did not sentimentalize her. She wanted to think. Now lend me your own hand. You love Ennison.
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