"Save him," replied Jonathan. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. The Wastrel did not relish this. She loved her mother Marina more than any other thing in the world and could not bear to speak to her for a fortnight after being told her fate.
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