’ ‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. He was a Canton guide, highly educated, having been graduated from Yale University. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be satisfied. She can be of use to me yet. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. And she seemed always to keep one eye on Ann Veronica’s dress. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. “You’re an idiot and your attitude is repugnant.
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