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She turned back into the hall. “You are late,” she murmured. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock. And when I have steeped him to the lips in vice and depravity; when I have led him to the commission of every crime; when there is neither retreat nor advance for him; when he has plundered his benefactor, and broken the heart of his mother—then—but not till then, I will consign him to the fate to which I consigned his father. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. ’ Melusine’s heart twisted. " "I shall go mad myself if I listen to her longer," said Jack, attempting to rise.
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