It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. "Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her. The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile.
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