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But she was immediately sorry for her sharpness and asked, "Do you feel all right to-night, Mr. Biggers?"

The wrecked man sat down on the side of his bed picking at his unaccustomed nightgown but afraid to say anything more to his wife.

"What are you doin'?" she asked.

"N-nothing." He stopped his picking.

"Well—le's pray before you go to bed for God to complete yore cure."

"Y-yes, l-let's pray. . . ."

Mrs. Roxie was not sure from her husband's face and tones whether or not he understood what she said. She helped him to a kneeling position beside the bed, got on her knees beside him, and prayed determinedly for his complete recovery.

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