and look at her with my whole heart as well as my eyes would let me.
“How often,” she went on, “I have heard you laughing over what you used to call your ‘poverty!’ how often you have made me mock- speeches of congratulation on my wealth! Oh, Marian, never laugh again. Thank God for your poverty—it has made you your own mistress, and has saved you from the lot that has fallen on ME.”
A sad beginning on the lips of
and look at her with my whole heart as well as my eyes would let me.
“How often,” she went on, “I have heard you laughing over what you used to call your ‘poverty!’ how often you have made me mock- speeches of congratulation on my wealth! Oh, Marian, never laugh again. Thank God for your poverty—it has made you your own mistress, and has saved you from the lot that has fallen on ME.”
A sad beginning on the lips of
