Then , somehow , as I grew up , it was my misfortune that all the women I had to do with were mean and base . They were hirelings , and I hated and feared them . There was an aunt of mine -- she tried to be good to me in her way . But she told me a lie , and I never cared for her after I found it out . And then , father -- we loved each other and were good chums . But he did n't believe in much either . He was bitter , you know . He said all women were alike . I grew up with that notion . I did n't care much for anything -- nothing seemed worth while . Then I came here and met you . '' He paused again . Beatrice had listened with a gray look on her face . It would have startled him had he glanced up , but he did not , and after a moment 's silence the halting boyish voice went on : `` You have changed everything for me . I was nothing but a clod before . You are not the mother of my body , but you are of my soul . It was born of you . I shall always love and reverence you for it . You will always be my ideal . If I ever do anything worth while it will be because of you .
In XXXXX I shall ever attempt I shall try to do it as if you were to pass judgment upon it .
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