“Of course you don’t. I am yours for the making over. It’s all right. "You do love me?" "God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder. ’ ‘But you must. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal— and they’re no good. Besides," added he, opening the shawl in which the infant was wrapped, and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly, but placid features, "it's sinful to repine while you've a child like this to comfort you. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. . “Heavens!” she exclaimed.
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