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John exited quickly from the side of the stage and returned to where his mother and father sat. “Just think about what you are asking, John, please. There's our young friend upstairs. “I will come—with pleasure,” she said, “if you will promise to treat me as a new acquaintance—not to refer to—Paris—at all. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. As he turned the handle, it moved, and the door was taken from his hand and pulled outward by the young footman. Only her babe died. You should go home today and get some rest. And her kind of love forgives everything and anything but infidelity. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. "What would my poor mother say to it?" "I was sorry to see that about your mother, Jack," observed Hogarth. "He's dead," exclaimed Austin. But his grief was of short duration.
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