Brendon made a quick movement forward. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. You are all that I am or hope to be—the celestial atom God put into me at the beginning. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked.
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