’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. His tone changed, becoming a little more moderate. After a while one began to talk. He went on with intense urgency. Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles.
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