"A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. " "Go on, tell me," he urged, enchanted. Leastways, not on your own. "Going to befuddle himself between now and dinner," was the comment of Prudence.
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