"Mother!" cried Jack, springing towards her. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. He made his speech a little elaborately. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. ” “I am afraid,” she said, preceding him down the narrow stairs, “that I am going to be too busy to have much time for gadding about.
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