He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. "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. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. It would be swindling.
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