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Mother and Son. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. Mr. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. Anna, who was disposed to be sharply critical, could find no fault with it. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. Apparently, Jonathan perceived he was an object of scrutiny; for, hastily dismissing his attendant, he walked towards the knight. . Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster.
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