‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. "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. She discovered him sitting upon the floor beside his open trunk. Wild of the circumstance. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I might walk with you to your railway station. Lucia watched in fascination as Isobella nodded at her, only three years older than she, nursing her son with a contented smile upon her face.
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