We had better have it over. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. "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.
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