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Poor mother, she can't help it, philosophized her son.
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What stumps me, though, is why one who takes life so hard should outlive a man like my father, who was all that is brave and cheerful. Perhaps it took it out of him to be always playing the game boldly against her fears. But even so--give me the bluffers, like Red Pepper--and like Mrs. Red. Jove! but she's a lovely woman. No wonder he adores her. So do I--with his leave. And so does Anne Linton, I should imagine. Poor little girl--what does she look like, I wonder?