’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. Your son was seen by the carpenter's wife in company with the robbers. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents.
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