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  • a daughter's love for a kind father ... is mixed with the careless happiness of childhood, which can never come again. Into the father's grave the daughter, sometimes a gray-haired woman, lays away forever the little pet names and memories which to all the rest of the world are but foolishness.

    Constance Fenimore Woolson (2012). “Anne: A Novel”, p.129, The Floating Press