"Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. White would not approve of callers. ” Ann Veronica reflected for an instant “That’s why I think I ought to come. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite.
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