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He first met her when he had caught her smoking behind the Joliet LaudrO-Matic one cool overcast day in late August. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. When he awoke it was late in the day, and raining heavily. "You have lived over here?"—astonished. I miss her a lot. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. She moved towards it slowly and picked it up, holding it out in front of her whilst the familiar perfume seemed to assert itself with damning insistence. "Is she alive?" "She is not," replied Trenchard, overcome by conflicting emotions, and unable to endure the boy's agonized look. “I must try the Directory. That is quite as far as I mean to tempt Providence to-night. "I should be sorry to persuade him to do anything his calmer judgment might disapprove. " "I'll not go," answered the other. “What do you mean?” she asked.
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