“Our nearest and dearest are often those who are most in the dark respecting our private and personal sufferings — we do not wish to trouble them — and they prefer to think that everything is right with us, even though the veriest stranger, meeting us casually, clearly beholds the shadow of the dark Angel's hand.”
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