"And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. I’ll have to make a visit out of town. People were not slaves to their gods as they are now, oppressed and unhappy, chained to their mortality and suffering so that they may one day enter an imaginary Heaven. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. Pardon! I wish to say, for your granddaughter, we seek succour. And if I hadn't been thirsty, that poor boob would have made a sure getaway and left James Boyle high and dry among the moth-balls! Oh, the old dome works once every so often. But no more of that.
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