Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. “My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep. She could not resist enduing persons she met with the noble attributes of the fictional characters. We’re closer than you think. Presently you will see that I am right, and then you shall take your vacation over here, and we will be good comrades again. She even had books by H. ToC Mrs. But the besetting evil of the place, and that which drew down the severest censures of the writers above-mentioned, was that this spot,—which of all others should have been most free from such intrusion—was made a public exhibition. I swore to hang you two years ago, but I deferred my purpose. It is her duty to tell me, and I would not have her think that I had been trying to work upon your sympathies to learn her secrets. Her relationship with John had made her the object of desire for scores of teenage boys who had dared not previously think of her in such a way. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it.
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