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So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. ” Michelle’s tone changed from miserable to conspiratorial. That is what my mother used to call me. Good riddance.
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