I can’t. He would sit in his inner office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with her when he met her face to face. Perhaps it was loneliness. On the Day he had trumpet-like outbreaks of cordiality, varied by a watchful preoccupation. He has given orders that no one is to disturb him. There is no Heaven for your mother.
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