--james warren when was in his sixties some four years ago he had been a loner, he lived alone in a huge house with four bedrooms and walls to talk to in London, most of the time he walked in the public park smiling at people who had no time for him, he had been happily married he shared his thoughts with the young man listening intently and genuinely sympathetic that ethal was a wife who gave him all her time, he never had been so heavenly and divinely blessed in her company , she never let him alone, the news that he would become soon a father added multifold joys to his already existing life , his mother and he took special care of ethal for eight months till one rainy night she was rushed to the hospital, where the child was born but she died in childbirth
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