” He said wistfully. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you. “Are you A, B, C, or D?” he asked. I don’t know if I express myself clearly. He was interesting and inconclusive, and the original papers to which he referred her discursive were at best only suggestive. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. She's my mealticket.
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