No man can bear a child's cross. — François Mauriac, The Woman of the Pharisees
No man can bear a child's cross. — François Mauriac, The Woman of the Pharisees
No man can bear a child's cross. — François Mauriac, The Woman of the Pharisees
No man can bear a child's cross. — François Mauriac, The Woman of the Pharisees
No man can bear a child's cross. — François Mauriac, The Woman of the Pharisees
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No man can bear a child's cross.

— François Mauriac, The Woman of the Pharisees
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