He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. Not since she had discovered it had Ruth touched or opened the mission Bible; but to-night (the same upon which the wonderful manuscripts started on their long and circuitous voyage to America) she was inexplicably drawn to it. This was just what he needed. Mike was draped over the laminate kitchen counter, on the phone as usual.
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