He was helpful, but gravely dubious. One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. "My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. “The other women don’t much like it if husband and wife work together, and I don’t think Hal would like me to act away from him. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity.
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