It’s not fair to you. We men are like children. He recognised this object at once. It’s—Mrs. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. That is what my mother used to call me. I'm glad of it, I'm sure; for it's all owing to him his poor mother's here.
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