| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Poor Mary Carew-would that some one of the hundreds of un-mothered and unloved little ones in the great city had but found it out sooner-her starved heart had been hungering all her life, and now her arms closed about the child. I reckon I will keep her till somebody comes for her, she said with a kind of defiance, as if ashamed of her own weakness, it will only mean, with a grim touch of humor
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