The Measure of a Man by Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
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expect the use of the yacht for yourself and a girl out of my knowledge
and beneath my social status. Oh, Harry! Harry! It is too much to ask of any mother." "I never thought of it in this way. Forgive me, mother." "And who is to take care of John if I go with you? Who is to care for the old home and all the treasures gathered in it? Who will look after the farm and the horses and cattle and poultry, the fruit-trees and lawns and flowers as I do? Do you think that all these cares are pleasures to me? No, my dear lad, but they are my duty. I wouldn't have thy father find out that I neglected even a brooding hen. No, I wouldn't. And the yacht was thy father's great pleasuring. I only went with him to double that pleasure. I don't like the sea, though I never let him know it. Oh, my dear! But there! You haven't learned yet that self-sacrifice is love, and no love without it." "Mother, I am ashamed of my selfishness. I never realized before how many things you have to care for." "From cocklight to the dim, Harry, there is always something needing my care. Must house and farm and John and all our dumb fellow creatures go to the mischief for pretty Lucy Lugur? My dear, I'm saying these things to you, because nobody else has a right to say them; but oh, Harry, it breaks my heart to say them!" "Mother, forgive me. I did not think of anything but the fact that you have always stood by me through thick and thin." "In all things right, I will stand by you. In whatever is wrong I will |
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