You all have somebody to go to . It has just filled me up with hatred of my life . '' Miss Channing swallowed her honest horror at such a state of feeling . `` Constance , tell me about yourself . I 've often wanted to ask you , but I was always a little afraid to . You seem so reserved and -- and , as if you did n't want to be asked about yourself . '' `` I know it . I know I 'm stiff and hateful , and that nobody likes me , and that it is all my own fault . No , never mind trying to smooth it over , Miss Channing . It 's the truth , and it hurts me , but I ca n't help it . I 'm getting more bitter and pessimistic and unwholesome every day of my life . Sometimes it seems as if I hated all the world because I 'm so lonely in it . I 'm nobody . My mother died when I was born -- and Father -- oh , I do n't know . One ca n't say anything against one 's father , Miss Channing . But I had a hard childhood -- or rather , I did n't have any childhood at all . We were always moving about . We did n't seem to have any friends at all . My mother might have had relatives somewhere , but I never heard of any . I do n't even know where her home was .
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