The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. "The Dawn Pearl!" he said, making to recline again. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman. I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig.
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