"Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!" Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's mouth, and forced him out of the room. He spoke the automatic thought that entered his mind. He cabled to New York: "Probable destination known. “You see you do not know how much of truth there is in his story. ” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair.
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