"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. He's coming. She’s hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth Grade. "You are my prisoner, Jack. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced.
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