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All that night lights were burning in the Ralston House, where the judge sat by his wife, who lay with her eyes closed and tears constantly running down her cheeks until it seemed as if she could not cry any more.
"My boy, my boy! I must go to him," she kept saying, and nothing but the assurance that she should do so could quiet her.