He was admirable, but not comfortable: I took it in with a throb of hope. "On my honor, miss, she says things--!" But at this evocation she broke down; she dropped, with a sudden sob, upon my sofa and, as I had seen her do before, gave way to all the grief of it. Your mother brings you into the world, carries you first in her body. O how could they laugh about it that way? He looked at Athy's rolled-up sleeves and knuckly inky hands.
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