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She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. "My child!" he groaned faintly. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. " Something in the child's voice, something in her manner, warned the spinster that her well-meaning inquisitiveness had received a set-back and that it would be dangerous to press it forward again. There was, in fact, only one clear thought in his fevered brain: he had reached the hotel without falling down. Sheppard, disregarding the taunt, "come away. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. ‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. “There’s another instinct, too,” he went on, “in a state of suppression, unless I’m very much mistaken; a child-expelling instinct.
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