“Thank you—and good-bye. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. Cathy's eyes widened, her cheeks expanding to a smile. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women.
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