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“
Oh
,
my
son
,
my
son
,
”
she
cried
,
“
my
own
boy
,
my
only
son
!
If
I
could
have
died
for
you
to
have
prevented
this
.
I
remember
him
when
he
was
little
.
Such
a
splendid
little
fellow
,
so
brave
,
so
loving
,
with
never
an
unkind
thought
,
never
a
mean
action
.
So
it
was
all
his
life
.
We
were
never
apart
.
It
was
always
’
dear
little
son
,
’
and
’
dear
mammy
’
between
us
—
never
once
was
he
unkind
,
and
he
loved
me
and
was
the
gentlest
son
to
me
.
And
he
was
a
GOOD
man
.
He
is
now
,
he
is
now
.
They
don
’
t
understand
him
.
They
are
not
even
sure
that
he
did
this
.
He
never
meant
it
.
They
don
’
t
know
my
son
.
Why
,
he
wouldn
’
t
have
hurt
a
kitten
.
Everybody
loved
him
.
He
was
driven
to
it
.
They
hounded
him
down
,
they
wouldn
’
t
let
him
alone
.
He
was
not
right
in
his
mind
.
They
hounded
him
to
it
,
”
she
cried
fiercely
,
“
they
hounded
him
to
it
.
They
drove
him
and
goaded
him
till
he
couldn
’
t
stand
it
any
longer
,
and
now
they
mean
to
kill
him
for
turning
on
them
.
They
are
hunting
him
with
dogs
;
night
after
night
I
have
stood
on
the
porch
and
heard
the
dogs
baying
far
off
.
They
are
tracking
my
boy
with
dogs
like
a
wild
animal
.
May
God
never
forgive
them
.
”
She
rose
to
her
feet
,
terrible
,
her
white
hair
unbound
.
“
May
God
punish
them
as
they
deserve
,
may
they
never
prosper
—
on
my
knees
I
shall
pray
for
it
every
night
—
may
their
money
be
a
curse
to
them
,
may
their
sons
,
their
first
-
born
,
only
sons
,
be
taken
from
them
in
their
youth
.
”
But
Hilma
interrupted
,
begging
her
to
be
silent
,
to
be
quiet
.
The
tears
came
again
then
and
the
choking
sobs
.
Hilma
took
her
in
her
arms
.
“
Oh
,
my
little
boy
,
my
little
boy
,
”
she
cried
.
“
My
only
son
,
all
that
I
had
,
to
have
come
to
this
!
He
was
not
right
in
his
mind
or
he
would
have
known
it
would
break
my
heart
.
Oh
,
my
son
,
my
son
,
if
I
could
have
died
for
you
.
”
Sidney
came
in
,
clinging
to
her
dress
,
weeping
,
imploring
her
not
to
cry
,
protesting
that
they
never
could
catch
her
papa
,
that
he
would
come
back
soon
.
Hilma
took
them
both
,
the
little
child
and
the
broken
-
down
old
woman
,
in
the
great
embrace
of
her
strong
arms
,
and
they
all
three
sobbed
together
.
Annixter
stood
on
the
porch
outside
,
his
back
turned
,
looking
straight
before
him
into
the
wilderness
of
dead
vines
,
his
teeth
shut
hard
,
his
lower
lip
thrust
out
.
“
I
hope
S
.
Behrman
is
satisfied
with
all
this
,
”
he
muttered
.
“
I
hope
he
is
satisfied
now
,
damn
his
soul
!
”
All
at
once
an
idea
occurred
to
him
.
He
turned
about
and
reentered
the
room
.
“
Mrs
Dyke
,
”
he
began
,
“
I
want
you
and
Sidney
to
come
over
and
live
at
Quien
Sabe
.
I
know
—
you
can
’
t
make
me
believe
that
the
reporters
and
officers
and
officious
busy
-
faces
that
pretend
to
offer
help
just
so
as
they
can
satisfy
their
curiosity
aren
’
t
nagging
you
to
death
.
I
want
you
to
let
me
take
care
of
you
and
the
little
tad
till
all
this
trouble
of
yours
is
over
with
.
There
’
s
plenty
of
place
for
you
.
You
can
have
the
house
my
wife
’
s
people
used
to
live
in
.
You
’
ve
got
to
look
these
things
in
the
face
.
What
are
you
going
to
do
to
get
along
?
You
must
be
very
short
of
money
.
S
.
Behrman
will
foreclose
on
you
and
take
the
whole
place
in
a
little
while
,
now
.
I
want
you
to
let
me
help
you
,
let
Hilma
and
me
be
good
friends
to
you
.
It
would
be
a
privilege
.
”
Mrs
.
Dyke
tried
bravely
to
assume
her
pride
,
insisting
that
she
could
manage
,
but
her
spirit
was
broken
.
The
whole
affair
ended
unexpectedly
,
with
Annixter
and
Hilma
bringing
Dyke
’
s
mother
and
little
girl
back
to
Quien
Sabe
in
the
carry
-
all
.
