He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room. . She still kicked herself for it. Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again. She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome.
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