"Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. While you talked I was only making our plans. It’s not fair to you. This is grace I am saying! Oh! my dear! all the joy and weeping of life are mixed in me now and all the gratitude. Without realizing what she has done, she's made a dreadful mess of it. . “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father.
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