“No. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. But oh, how weary I am! I know. “Time for my Patience,” she said. ‘How dull it must have been for you, poor little one. Tell the whole truth. His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly.
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