She lay very still and closed her eyes, hear tears gliding off of her ears, causing them to itch. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. It was a grand life. She was ushered into the back of the squad car. "Well, Mr. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse upon her mind. And not a worthy tome in sight. Sir John felt hot and furious. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much.
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