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many days after my sister had gone, I turned over in my mind what she had said about Susan’s child and I sensed in Phyllis’s desire to bring him up a reflection of something which was already shaped in my own mind. That was what we needed, both of us, a child to love and mould to our ambitions. Susan had such a child but had run away from her responsibility; that was how it seemed to me then. Why should not I recreate my own damaged life by rearing her boy as my own, by training him as a Fisher but a better one than any of us had been before?
Now suddenly I had something concrete to live for, a new warmth and love to give, and, if God was good to me, to receive. Phyllis had her fair share of this world’s blessings; Susan was going to make sure of the blessings of the next worl
