" The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. The crowding impressions of the previous weeks seemed to run together directly her mind left the chaotic search for employment and came into touch again with a coherent and systematic development of ideas. But oh, how weary I am! I know. Immediately Spurlock began to chant one of these. She hugged Lucy, who had finished eating.
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