And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. "Well, I won't dispute your judgment in such matters, Mr. If it wasn’t for the fear that after all—but we won’t think of that. You see—I didn’t understand. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue.
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