"Come Bess,—no whimpering. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. I throw up work—everything! I just teach in one school, one good school, three days a week. I sat within a few feet of him. Mrs. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. “I refuse.
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