“I don’t know, John. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. This laugh and his looks alarmed her. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son.
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