I put my foot down like—like adamant. ’ The questions that had long haunted her came out at last. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. You have grown into my life, and I cannot tear you out. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother.
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