"Mother, I come to you. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. She tried to scream, \"I'm coming to you, Mama!\" But no sound would come from her mouth. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. ” He uttered thoughtfully.
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