I want to love him. Jackson’s. Prudence was the substance and Angelina the shadow; for Angelina never offered opinions, she only agreed with those advanced by Prudence. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. Sheppard was committed to the earth. My only love is for my poor lost son. She could not help but swoon a little. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. I too can see it. In nearly every speech she heard was the same implication of great and necessary changes in the world—changes to be won by effort and sacrifice indeed, but surely to be won. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room.
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