He laughed reassuringly. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. CHAPTER XVII. “So you’re the one my son has been talking about.
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