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Mary went back to her work next day, but not to the same old treadmill. / It could never be that again. The thought that Phil was waiting for her, / working to provide a home for her, glorified the most commonplace day, / and came between her and her most disagreeable tasks. It was uppermost / in her mind when she made her visits to the tenements, and often caused / her to pause and ask herself why the gods had picked her out to make her / the most blessed among mortals. What had _she_ done that life should / bestow so much more on her than it had on poor Dena and Elsie Whayne?
Somehow the sharp contrast between her lot and theirs hurt her more each / time that it was forced upon her notice. It began to make her feel / personally responsible, if not for the difference between them, at least / for making that difference less. Why she owed it to them to do anything / to make their lives more livable, she could not tell, but the / obligation to do so weighed upon her more heavily every day.