Then perhaps I shall send for him if he has not forgotten. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly. . He had died before they married, and when her brother became a widower she had come to his assistance and taken over much of the care of his youngest daughter. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word.
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