Oh, that wish is sacred! Not to grant it would be matricide.

If I can but arrive in time! Travelling day and night, it will take nearly two days." "Alas! what a misfortune!" said Rodin, wringing his hands, and raising his eyes to heaven.
His master rang the bell violently, and said to the old servant that opened the door: "Just put what is indispensable into the portmanteau of my travelling-carriage.

Let the porter take a cab, and go for post horses instantly.

Within an hour, I must be on the road.

Mother! mother!" cried he, as the servant departed in haste.