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of others. So it comes that I deal gently with Catherine's speculation upon the neighbors, her predilection for rice-pudding, and even with her fixed idea that cheese is a basic supply for supper.
If the leaves of Catherine's simple book of life lie more open to me than to herself, it is with a deepened sense of tenderness towards all human limitations that I scan them, much as I should like to imagine the Maker of life might himself feel towards the blind impulses, the thwarted capacities, the unfulfilled desires that grope so feebly in the half-light of our dim mortality.
