She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. He smiled. A man’s children nowadays are not his own. There would be ultimate misery, but it would be needless cruelty to give her a push toward it. All right, I’m coming.
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