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"You and I, dear boy, will lie at peace in the earth that bore us, and our names will disappear as surely as our work survives."
Yes, his mother was hostile to the idea, as he had read from her listless silence.
And as he scrambled joyfully into the carriage she went away, trying to smile, though she caught her breath quickly and her eyes were shining through a mist.
"It costs more to keep a fire going than it does to feed a man."