She let out a wail. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. ‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out.
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