She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. “Don’t you have a wife? Where are your children?” She asked. Chapter VII MISS PELLISSIER’S SUSPICIONS “Anna!” Anna kissed her sister and nodded to her aunt. It is not the woman who speaks there. And more boys die than girls, so that the real disproportion among adults is even greater. It was most amusing. You don’t know what you’re saying, and I hope you never will.
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