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“The poor fatherless baby of
eight months is now the utterly broken-hearted and crushed
widow of forty-two! My life as a happy one is ended! the world
is gone for me! If I must live on (and I will do nothing to make
me worse than I am), it is henceforth for our poor fatherless
children -- for my unhappy country, which has lost all in losing
him -- and in only doing what I know and feel he would wish.”
“A widow is a fascinating being
with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy
of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one
man’s approval.”
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