My father was a hard man, who loved the world; but I used to hear long ago that this moved him. Most deeply all my life has it moved me, who never knew the girl who was my mother. She has been a vision hovering about me all my days saintly and mother-like when I was young, but now, in her pale beauty resembling more a dead child of the old man who is her son.

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