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heavy door of the Inebriate Asylum closed with a thud behind Mrs. Kent. She turned her face toward home. The wicked old woman was safe at last behind that iron door.

All about, laughing Italian children were playing in the sun. Above was the glory of May sunshine. Mrs. Kent felt a sudden reaction from a long strain. Her anger with the unnatural mother was melting into a sense of deep kinship. Her pity came back upon herself with a sense of forgiven sin.

she murmured.

Across the warm air came strains of 157