My late husband, I mean. "Give me till to-morrow," implored she, "and if I can bring myself to part with him, you shall have him without another word. I seek chaos, but not out of choice. No fear o' that. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. McClintock stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup. \"Thank you. Her favor was sought beyond all women’s favors. She repeated phrases of Mrs.
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