” “But how did you tell him? You’ve never told me. You are to remain here until you are well. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek.
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