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The world was a master, whom ‘twas not easy to fly, when once one had yielded to its dominion

Now she had learned that the world is like a tavern – where he who has naught more to spend from is cast out at the door.

Creative way of calling people ugly:
“Their husbands were best seen at night when no moon was shining…”

…bare is back without brother behind it.

‘Twas as though his own life-roots were twined in with those of his kindred, somewhere deep down in the darksome earth. Every blow that struck one of them, every ill that sucked the marrow of any, was felt by all.

His mother was the mother that had new children, who, as they grew from out the hands of the women, joined the little troop of brothers, to share its life in fellowship, its friendship and its strife; mother had open hands through which flowed all that they needed; mother knew what to do for well-nigh all ills; Mother was like the fire on the hearth, she bore the life of the home…

Monks and priests had pointed the way to repentance and atonement to lead her home to peace – she had chosen turmoil rather than let slip her darling sin.