\"You're so strong. I knew him in spite of his dress. Cloud back of your hat!" He opened his eyes again. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. So am I. We are very poor, but manage to squeeze a little happiness out of each day. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. What does it matter? It is here, and it is here to stay.
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