What is the secret, my darling, of your being everything to all of us, as if there werre only one of us, yet never seeming to be hurried, or to have too much to do?
-Darney to Lucie

“...and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine, who gave up t…”

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“Come out into the world about you, be it either wide or limited. Sympathize, no…”

“Here my sister, after a fit of clappings and screamings, beat her hands upon he…”