Her anger died and she eyed him. Supper was
spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. . More often then not he refused to reveal
specifics of his own past in Greece and Rome, choosing
to relate fables and stories of an impersonal nature. He renewed
his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the
greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety,
if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts
to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still
worse upon her mind. “It was,” she admitted.
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