’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. Come and help me pack. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. "Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. What reassured her, however, more than anything else, was the shape of the mouth: it was warmly turned. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand.
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