“Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. A cat came and rubbed herself against him as he entered the house, and seemed by her mewing to ask him for food. Under happier circumstances nothing would have given me more pleasure than to have offered you a home with your sister. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man.
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