"What would my poor mother say to it?" "I was sorry to see that about your mother, Jack," observed Hogarth. He was never known to err, and was as much dreaded as the jailfever in consequence. He could not promise that she would ever appear again in that house. She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever. I was reduced to 170 a fool, for there were many pretty women from all walks of life in that teeming city.
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