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” It was nearly half an hour before they dared ask him the question. ” “I know. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. She was quite oblivious to the sensation she had created. She found she could do her microscope work all the better for being in love. Too busy. Wood, regarding her husband with a glance of vindictive triumph. Here was an experienced man of the world, her friend, who evidently took a great interest in this supreme topic and was willing to give her the benefit of his experiences! Why should not she be at her ease with him? Why should not she know things? It is hard enough anyhow for a human being to learn, she decided, but it is a dozen times more difficult than it need be because of all this locking of the lips and thoughts. ‘A man who is false, who steals papers, who has a plot to take another’s name, who lies to the Mother Abbess and to me, and above all this—’ her voice near to breaking ‘—one who is French. ’ ‘You mean the one that you refused to feed?’ demanded Gerald, seizing this promising cue and adopting a mournful note. Gerald had been confident that the boy would not dream of disobeying an order thrown at him by a major of militia, but he guessed Jack might be wondering if he was about to be haled off to prison. She loved him. But finding his hints totally disregarded, he, at length, swaggered up to the table, and thrust in a chair.
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