"You've but a sorry lodging, Mrs. Will you leave us for a
few minutes?"
"You are not going to be harsh?"
"I wish to talk about the future. She tried
gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped
aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew
from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. Queer world. Between Canton and Hartford two giants had risen, invisible but menacing—
Fear and Doubt. So many distresses—
so many joys coming at the same time are too much for me. . His curiosity put itself into a question. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?"
"I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you," rejoined his mother, bursting
from his grasp.
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