Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that men will keep you, more or less.
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