"Mother, mother, I am so happy", whispered the girl, burying her face in the lap of the faded, tired-looking women, who with back turned to the shrill intrusive light, was sitting in the one arm-chair their dingy sitting-room contained. "I am so happy" she repeated, "and you must be happy too".
Mrs Vane winced, and put her thin bismuth-whitened hands on her daughter´s head. "Happy" she echoed, "I am only happy when I see you act. The girl looked up and pouted.
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