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Haas is getting us the papers. Nice evening papers for Shila's mama." She leaned down into the recesses of the black grenadine, withdrawing from one of the pockets a pair of silver-rimmed spectacles, adjusting them with some difficulty to the nodding head. "Shila's little mama! Shila's mama!" "Aylorff, the littlest wreath for Aylorff Meine Kräntze " "Yes, yes." "Mem Mann. Mein Sühn."
"Aylorff my husband I paid with my blood to make free my blood . My son my own " Immovable there, her arms flung up and tears so heavy that they rolled whole from her face down to the black grenadine, she was as sonorous as the tragic meter of an Alexandrine line; she was like Ruth, ancestress of heroes and progenitor of kings. "My boy my own! They died for it! Mein Mann! Mein Sühn!"
"Aylorff my husband I paid with my blood to make free my blood my son my own " Immovable there, her arms flung up and tears so heavy that they rolled whole from her face down to the black grenadine, she was as sonorous as the tragic meter of an Alexandrian line; she was like Ruth, ancestress of heroes and progenitor of kings. "My boy my own they died for it! Mein Mann! Mein Sühn!"
My boy the papers the swords Aylorff Aylorff " "Shh-h-h mamma " "It came through his heart out the back a blade with two sides out the back when I opened the door the spur in his face when he fell Shila the spur in his face the beautiful face of my boy my Aylorff my husband before him that died to make free!" And fell back, bathed in the sweat of the terrific hiccoughing of sobs.
My boy the papers the swords Aylorff Aylorff " "'Shh-h-h mama " "It came through his heart out the back a blade with two sides out the back when I opened the door; the spur in his face when he fell, Shila the spur in his face the beautiful face of my boy my Aylorff my husband before him that died to make free!" And fell back, bathed in the sweat of the terrific hiccoughing of sobs. "Mama, mama!
My darlings Aylorff, my husband!" There was a wail rose up off her words, like the smoke of incense curling, circling around her. "My darlings what died to make free!" "Mama! Darling! Mama! Mr. Haas! Help! Mama! My God!"
"You're too excited, honey, that's all." "No rest." "Here here's a brand-new hotel Bible on the table, dearie. Shall Shila read it to you?" "Aylorff " "Now, now, mamma. Now, now; you mustn't! Didn't you promise Shila? Look! See, here's a wreath wrapped in your shawl for Shila's little mamma to work on. Plenty of wreaths for us to take back.
There on her knees, trembling seized her, and she hugged herself against it, leaning forward to corroborate her gaze. "Mamma! Mamma! My God, Mamma!" "Home, Shila; home! My husband who died for it Aylorff! Home now, quick! My wreaths! My wreaths!" "O my God, Mamma!" "Home!" "Yes darling yes " "My wreaths!" "Yes, yes, darling; your wreaths. Let let me think. Freedom! O my God, help me to find a way!
There on her knees, trembling seized her, and she hugged herself against it, leaning forward to corroborate her gaze. "Mama! Mama! My God! Mama!" "Home, Shila; home! My husband who died for it Aylorff! Home now, quick! My wreaths! My wreaths!" "O my God! Mama!" "Home!" "Yes, darling yes " "My wreaths!" "Yes, yes, darling; your wreaths. Let let me think. Freedom! O my God! help me to find a way!
Suddenly and of her own volition, and with a cry that shot up through the room, rending it like a gash, Mrs. Horowitz, who moved by inches, sprang to her supreme height, her arms, the crooks forced out, flung up. "My darlings what died for it! My darlings what died for it my darlings Aylorff my husband!"
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