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[Wrung with pain.] Father, I cannot now. It is utterly impossible!

What do you want to do then?

[With a sudden glow.] I am young! I want to live, for once in a way, as well as other people! I want to live my own life!

You cannot give up two or three little months to brighten the close of a poor waning life?

I cannot, Aunt, however much I may wish to.

Not for the sake of one who loves you so dearly?

I solemnly assure you, Aunt Ella, I cannot.

[Looking sharply at him.] And your mother has no power over you either, any more?

I will always love you, mother; but I cannot go on living for you alone. This is no life for me.