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Yet I fancy that we who have been poor ourselves must be the best
judges of the needs of the people. CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT
Part 1
Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and
summer came with a rush together. His hands came up, his face
broke apart. Her
elbows were ready. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s
many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that
surveyed its operations. ’ She grasped the girl’s arm. "I strangled him—ha! ha! ha!—strangled him while he was at my breast—ha!
ha!"—And then with a sudden and fearful change of look, she added, "That's
what has driven me mad, I killed my child to save him from the gallows—oh!
oh! One man hanged in a family is enough. "
"No doubt," he replied. He did not even reply to her for several minutes.
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