"Your son," answered the boy. I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. ” She replied gently. “Dear husband,” she murmured. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. Amid this varied throng,—varied in appearance, but alike in character,—one object alone, we have said, rivetted Mrs.
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