Winifred instantly picked it up. She looked at her flattened belly. “It is incredible. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. ‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. I keep it for my own drinking," he added in a lower tone. And when I ask you why it is you do so, you have no answer. The afternoon had passed now into twilight. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse upon her mind. It probably still wouldn’t help. They're apt to be surly to strangers, but it soon wears off.
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