Running to Gosse, she seized the portrait from his hand and lashed out, taking him off guard, so that he staggered back and fell against the card table. ‘And me, I am a lady. " "The very idea is dreadful," whimpered Edgeworth Bess. "I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair —whatever it is—without bothering me. You're always complaining that you can't keep anybody more than three months. She was a schizophrenic, got locked up later in some sort of state mental ward. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home. And nothing to tell her where to begin. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly.
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