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My mother was all the time sitting down between two stools: My father had charm and a certain warm, uncurbed vitality that made a glow in the house, when he was not in an evil temper. He loved my mother, in his own way, and thought her a much higher being than himself. She loved him physically, felt his charm always, and hated him for being false and mean in money matters. There was so little money. And he kept so much for himself, selfishly. He made “conditions” so wretched. So she despised him, and fought him tooth and nail. 去书内
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    my father's charm and warmth warmed the room. He always thought my mother was higher than her that he love her in her own way. But my mother was against her poverty

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