Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder. ‘How did you know that Mary was his daughter?’ Gerald hesitated. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets without giving any return?” “I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. Nobody can anticipate your next move.
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