"But if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be to him what I would have been. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal— and they’re no good. Years ago, when you were a girl and in the bloom of your beauty, I loved you. "You know what I mean," said the trader, gravely. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian.
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