It is a lovely little appendage to the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with her very gestures. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley. It is really amusing.
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