I’ll take over here. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Ah, and put him under if he wakes up. He would go there. “He looks as though he did, at any rate.
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