Pearse, Mark Guy, 1842-1930 · New York : Nelson & Phillips ; Cincinnati : Hitchcock & Walden · leaf 48
about again, and one afternoon whenI was sitting, not knowing that she was near,she crept up and threw her arms about myneck in her loving way and kissed me. I spose my eyes filled with tears, and thatthe little maid saw it, for she said, Father, dont cry; it wasnt your fault!and she leaned her… … Feeling the Mark. How He Made his Mark. 47 dont cry; it wasnt your fault, you know, itwas the drink. The drink! ay, it was all the drink. CouldI ever touch it again ? I kept my fingerlightly on the little maids forehead, and liftedmy face to heaven, and vowed that I wouldnever touch the murderous…
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