She's not for pleasure, but for work. She could not make up her mind which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. ” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. He drew an awed breath.
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