Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. She had agonized over it for weeks. ‘Come,’ she called. Spare me yet a little while, Father! not for my own sake, but for the sake of this poor babe. She kissed him on the bridge of his nose. ’ ‘I swear to you, it is the exact truth,’ he protested.
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