Oh! and love—love! We’ve had so splendid a time, and fought our fight and won. ’ Martha got up with a swish of her black habit. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict.
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