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Show 129 dying and she had accepted it. Unable to reconcile the hurt and denial she felt in her husband, she turned her head away. But Lathrop was brought to the grave reality as he looked at his Hannah who was just a shadow of the woman she used to be. He turned her face toward his and started to brush her tresses with his hand. "Why do you think they released you today?" She was unable to raise her voice above a whisper. "Ye must cleave unto life-the children--they need you. And so do I," he thought he could reverse the inevitable if he made a personal plea. Oh, John," Hannah was feeling an increasing anguish. "Hannah... God won't take you from us. I know He won't." They were words he had repeated often to himself, but now they sounded hollow. Jane handed him a handkerchief and with it he wiped Hannah's tears as well as his own, "Mother's been so sick, but she'll get better now that yer 'ome, father," Benjamen picked up on his father's insistence that Hannah would get better, "Art thou 'ome to stay, father?" Barbara's voice was hopeful. Lathrop turned to Jane. Without words, Jane understood what she was to do. "Father needs time to be alone with mother," she herded the young ones out. |
