"A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. His eyes closed. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. “You’ve grown out of them.
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