" "Oh!" exclaimed the widow, covering her face with her hands. "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. ‘That is, if she’s gone that way. He had little money about him, and unless friends come to his aid he must be treated as a pauper. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. "Tom! Hey, Tom!" The Chinese cook thrust his head into the dining room. He’s nice.
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