There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket. It seemed that within an instant the Pestilence struck, and she begged me on her deathbed to shelter you and her grandson for the rest of your lives, as she could see that even though I was a ‘demon fiend’ and ‘minor devil’ that I loved you. “Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. Why should God give particular attention to such a prayer, when He had ignored all others? Certainly there was a trap somewhere.
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