"What's the matter?" repeated Mrs. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. Many other expedients occurred to her; but after making several ineffectual attempts to get into the Mint unobserved, they were all abandoned. She was wan and white. "Halloa!" cried Jack, looking round, and trying to fix his inebriate gaze upon the speaker,—"who's that?" "Your mother," replied Mrs. He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. "And now," cried Jack, leaping up, "for an achievement, compared with which all I have yet done shall be as nothing!" CHAPTER XVII.
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