Not seldom, she would laugh anew, and louder than before, like a thing
incapable and unintelligent of human sorrow. Or — but this more rarely
happened — she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her
love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that
she had a heart, by breaking it.
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