Poor beautiful Margaret. Well, it's like a nightmare, and I still can't feel reconciled, but...

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- I can well understand.

- They were almost morbidly devoted to their mother and then, of course, the unfortunate circumstances of her death...

- But I suppose your sister has told you all about that.

- No, not very much, except...

- Your wife was killed in a street accident, wasn't she?

- Yes, in Philadelphia. A brewery wagon and four horses ran her down.

- Oh, how terrible.

- It's something I don't like to think about very often.

- Poor beautiful Margaret. Well, it's like a nightmare, and I still can't feel reconciled, but...

- Well, what I was driving at was the children. They were in school when she died...

- And by some malicious stroke of fate, there was an epidemic of scarlet fever raging out there. The authorities wouldn't lift the quarantine and let them out for her funeral.

- Oh, poor little things.

- Yes, it upset them dreadfully. In fact, I sometimes fear it's left a mark on them which may endure all their lives.

- Why, what do you mean?

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