” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. White,” she remarked. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood.
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