Then he turned to Anna. Martha had the square look of solid English citizenry, which was not deceiving. The following morning found him in the doctor's waiting room, a black cigar turning unlighted in his teeth. “Ah!” said Ramage, impressively. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. From the sounds of it, he was better off dead. It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him.
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