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Updated: June 25, 2025
His thoughts were only of what was good, warm, touching, of which one might think for a whole lifetime without wearying. Longing for his son, he read the letter through once more and looked questioningly at Anastasy. "Don't send it," said the latter, with a wave of his hand. "No, I must send it anyway; I must . . . bring him to his senses a little, all the same. It's just as well. . . ."
"So you are not going home to-night?" he asked, stopping near the dark window and poking with his little finger into the cage where a canary was asleep with its feathers puffed out. Father Anastasy started, coughed cautiously and said rapidly: "Home? I don't care to, Fyodor Ilyitch. I cannot officiate, as you know, so what am I to do there?
Anastasy, she ha'n't a spoon no wonder!" Fleda had secretly conveyed hers under cover. "There was one," said Miss Anastasia, looking about where one should have been, "I'll get another as soon as I give Mis' Springer her tea." "Ha'n't you got enough to go round?" said the old woman plucking at her daughter's sleeve, "Anastasy! ha'n't you got enough to go round?"
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