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Joan replaced the letter in its envelope, and laid it down upon the desk. Unconsciously a smile played about her lips. “I don’t think she was happy,” answered Joan. “She was at first. As a child, I can remember her singing and laughing about the house, and she liked always to have people about her. Until her illness came. It changed her very much. But my father was gentleness itself, to the end.”!
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Folk had fixed up a party at his studio to meet her. She had been there once or twice; but this was a final affair. She had finished her business in Paris and would be leaving the next morning. To her surprise, she found Phillips there. He had come over hurriedly to attend a Socialist conference, and Leblanc, the editor of Le Nouveau Monde, had brought him along. In a noisy, flaring street, a thin-clad woman passed her, carrying a netted bag showing two loaves. In a flash, it came to her what it must mean to the poor; this daily bread that in comfortable homes had come to be regarded as a thing like water; not to be considered, to be used without stint, wasted, thrown about. Borne by those feeble, knotted hands, Joan saw it revealed as something holy: hallowed by labour; sanctified by suffering, by sacrifice; worshipped with fear and prayer.
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“Thanks,” said Mrs. Phillips. “You see, as the wife of a public man, I get so little time for study.” “And you must not despair,” she continued; “because in the end it will seem to you that you have failed. It is the fallen that win the victories.” “Don’t make me feel I’ve interfered with your work only to spoil it,” said Joan.
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