“Well, I do. Soup would help you feel better, soup and hot tea. Anna found herself next Sydney Courtlaw, with his friend close at hand. ’ ‘So would you run away,’ she uttered impulsively. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. ‘Come,’ she called. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. A slow anger burned in the man. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse upon her mind.
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