" "Won't my life do as well as his?" supplicated the other. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. "A missioner! That illuminates everything. There’s no family uniting instinct, anyhow; it’s habit and sentiment and material convenience hold families together after adolescence. "If so, it won't pay. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites.
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