III. She’s a snob. The place pulsed with music too loud to converse above. The movement was fatal to her son. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. “The twins were left with his sister, Cris. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards. This obstacle, which appeared to preclude the possibility of egress in that quarter, was speedily got rid of.
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