`` Do n't look like that , Thyra , '' said Carl White pityingly . `` They may have escaped -- they may have been picked up . '' Thyra looked at him with dull eyes . `` You know they have not . Not one of you has any hope . I have no son . The sea has taken him from me -- my bonny baby ! '' She turned and went back to her desolate home . None dared to follow her . Carl White went home and sent his wife over to her . Cynthia found Thyra sitting in her accustomed chair . Her hands lay , palms upward , on her lap . Her eyes were dry and burning . She met Cynthia 's compassionate look with a fearful smile . `` Long ago , Cynthia White , '' she said slowly , `` you were vexed with me one day , and you told me that God would punish me yet , because I made an idol of my son , and set it up in His place . Do you remember ? Your word was a true one . God saw that I loved Chester too much , and He meant to take him from me . I thwarted one way when I made him give up Damaris . But one ca n't fight against the Almighty .
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