" "Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. ‘I said you were sympathique,’ she told him. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. I have found you. ” She disengaged herself from him and went out of the room with a grave, preoccupied expression.
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