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Updated: May 12, 2025

She did not heed his explanation. "We'e you sca'ed when you got my dispatch?" "No, we kind of expected you'd come any time, the way you wrote afta Mrs. Landa died. We thought something must be up." "Yes," she said, absently. Then, "Whe'e's motha?" she asked. "Well, I guess she thought she couldn't get round to it, exactly," said the father. "She's all right. Needn't ask you!"

William Dean Howells - Ragged Lady — Volume 2