"And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. “Let’s go home. Oh, John. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. “Oh, God!” she said at last, “how I wish I had been taught to pray!” Part 3 She had some idea of putting these subtle and difficult issues to the chaplain when she was warned of his advent. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. She followed the official back into his room. The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them both unemotional. McClintock, without comment, accepted the hand. And Teddy declared himself ready to go to the ends of the earth for her, and carry her luggage all the way.
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