Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey. Wood entered the room, followed by Thames. “Morning, Mom. You are restless, aggressive, critical with all the crude unthinking criticism of youth. “But I have no troubles. ’ It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. " "My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—" "Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. . She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother.
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