‘Tell me, my boy. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Will you go? You'll be paid handsomely for your trouble. go. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover.
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