’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. “You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to college, have babies with John, watch her children have children, live, and die as she had always wanted to. McClintock does it; and he knows why. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. . He was never known to err, and was as much dreaded as the jailfever in consequence. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. ’ She bit her lip, and then turning her face away, emitted another sigh.
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