” He said. He was six blocks away from his home, a ten story building apparently made solely of glass. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon thing. The Night-Cellar. ’ She tossed her head. "Yes, Auntie! And to date you have cost me precisely sixteen thousand dollars— hard earned, every one of them. Spurlock—for that's his real name—were married at high noon. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. "Heed her not. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother.
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