The boy was coming around. And her mother, looking unusually alert and hectic, wore cream and brown also, made up in a more complicated manner. Neither you nor your mother shall escape me. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. Bodies were piled high in the streets, Sebastian went on rounds and would come back late at night, reporting horrors and robberies, death that came within hours, not days.
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