“DEAR MR. " "Poh! poh!" rejoined Ireton; "it was mere idle boasting. There must be something, one feels, in ideas that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. ” She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to: “What’s the good of pretending? “I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of and indifferent to her proceedings. I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. They are their mother’s sons.
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