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Moreover, his wife Anna was saying, "My child has perished and no longer remains among the living." She began to cry and mourn for her son, saying,
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"What misery is mine, my child, light of my eyes, because I let you go away!"
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Tobit would reply, "Be quiet! Don't get so upset, my sister! He's fine! Surely something has distracted them there. Moreover, the man traveling with him is trustworthy and one of our relatives. Don't grieve about him, my sister. He'll get here soon."
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"You be quiet!" she would say. "Don't lie to me! My son has perished." Daily she hurried out to scan the road on which her son had gone and she wouldn't be persuaded by anyone. When the sun set, she would come inside, mourning and weeping the whole night without sleeping. When the fourteen days of the wedding feast were finished, which Raguel had sworn to celebrate for his daughter, Tobias came to him and said, "Send me off, for I know that my father and my mother don't believe they will ever see me again. So now, father, I ask you to send me off to go to my father. I have already let you know how I left him."