" "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. Kneebone, then, sat down to await the arrival of his expected guest. The remainder of dinner was surreal and stilted. ” He paused and looked at her, and said, with a sudden drop into a confidential undertone, “Or else I want to pray. I. ‘He could have little comfort there, indeed. I want you. Perhaps that was the reason why she enjoyed preparing suppers at the Becks. CHAPTER IV.
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