But the Yale spirit!" Ah Cum laughed. She paused for a moment. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused.
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