Mother and Son. "Take me, then," replied the widow. "What is it?" "The night," she answered. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. “I had found her at last, and she shot me. ’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought.
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