On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. And, when I have seen him pining away before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought my prayers were heard. Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. He would know the truth then once and for all. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate.
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