Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again. "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. The risk I run is nothing to yours. "Bring him back with you. Ah, no, I have it wrong. The Return. But a man is a mixed creature.
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