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Mrs. Carew stirred irritably. "I'm sure I don't see why not," she fenced. Della Wetherby shook her head. "Yes, you do, dear. You know I'm entirely out of sympathy with it all: the gloom, the lack of aim, the insistence on misery and bitterness." "But I AM miserable and bitter." "You ought not to be." "Why not? What have I to make me otherwise?" Della Wetherby gave an impatient gesture.