” “But will you?” “YES. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Do not mistake me. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. ‘No need to upset yourself.
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