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Then the judge, still kneeling, his head buried in the bed clothes, cried in a voice altered by grief and dead-ened by the sheets and blankets: “Mamma, mamma, mamma!” And his sister, frantically striking her forehead against the woodwork, convulsed, twitching and trem-bling as in an epileptic ?t, moaned: “Jesus, Jesus, mamma, Jesus!” And both of them, shaken by a storm of grief, gasped and choked.
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Gelince Haber VerThen the judge, still kneeling, his head buried in the bed clothes, cried in a voice altered by grief and dead-ened by the sheets and blankets: “Mamma, mamma, mamma!” And his sister, frantically striking her forehead against the woodwork, convulsed, twitching and trem-bling as in an epileptic fit, moaned: “Jesus, Jesus, mamma, Jesus!” And both of them, shaken by a storm of grief, gasped and choked.
