“Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost. You were dying and your baby along with you. " "Robbed him!" screamed the widow. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself.
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