Whatever may happen to-morrow I shall be none the better for anticipating its miseries to-day. ‘When you’re my age, you’ll be just as hardheaded. I asked you to go. ‘God loves you, even if your father didn’t. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. Please tell me what your terms are.
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