’ ‘Je m’en moque. I've often seen them storming the Carnegie Hall stage. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. ’ He clenched his fists and grew red in the face.
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