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Updated: June 29, 2025
"I think," I said with coldness, "that in a matter of that kind, momma's word should hardly need corroboration." "Ah, it is sad! With me what difference! Can you believe of eleven? And the father with the saints! And I of course am the eldest of all." "Dear me," I said, "what a responsibility!" "Ah, you recognise! you understand the the necessities, yes?"
She doesn't do it on purpose" the Senator inclined his head with deprecation toward the sleeping form opposite, and lowered his voice "and I don't know that I'd mention it to you under any other circumstances, but momma's a fearful plagiarist. She doesn't hesitate anywhere. In dealing with her suggestions you want to be very careful. Otherwise momma'll get you into trouble."
Momma's patriotism has always to be considered in connection with the state of her nerves. The state of all our nerves was healed in a quarter of an hour. The Senator showed his coupons somewhat truculently, but they were received as things of price with disarming bows and real gladness.
And if I am unable to describe the Baths of Caracallus in this history, it is on account of Miss Callis's personal influence and the remarkable development of her sense of propriety. At momma's suggestion we walked slowly all round the Via Sacra, looking steadily down at its little triangular original paving-stones, and tried to imagine ourselves the shackled captives of Scipio.
When asking the male child, "Whose boy are you?", the answer is invariably, "Momma's boy." We accept this transference of identification as a normal process of growing up. When it isn't normally resolved, it can account for severe personality problems.
My position, from a filial point of view, was most trying. I could not deny my responsibility for momma's woes she never left her cabin yet I was powerless to put an end to them. Young women in novels have thrown themselves into the arms of the wrong man under far less parental pressure, but although it was indeed the hour the man was not available.
They're all very nice and poetic I don't want to run down momma's ideas but they don't strike me as original. I won't say I could put my finger on it, but I'm perfectly certain I've heard of the poplars and the women field labourers of Normandy somewhere before.
He noted the tremulous lips, the yearning light in her eyes. In a moment he was answering the children, lest their innocent words should upset his plans. "Say, your momma's going for a horse-ride. She's just going right out, and I'm going to show her a dandy place where she can fetch you, so you can catch heaps an' heaps of bugs and spiders.
Looks like history, too, and change, and contrast, and the different varieties of the human lot." "I see what you mean, poppa," I said. "There's too much equality in Paris, isn't there to be interesting," but the Senator was too deeply engaged in getting out momma's smelling salts to corroborate this interpretation.
I wondered privately whether she was thinking of hand organ men or members of the Mafia society, but it was no opportunity to inquire. My impression is that about this time, in spite of Tuscany outside, I went to sleep, because my next recollection is of the little Captain pouring Chianti out of a large black bottle into momma's jointed silver travelling cup.
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