Mrs Sindlesham’s wrinkled cheek had paled, and her eyes were fixed upon Gerald in a look that wrung his heart. “What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly. I don’t care. Your kid has already brought me good luck, and may bring me still more if his edication's attended to. “I know that our social order is dreadful enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. But I can easily bring in a sing-song girl to play for you. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. " After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the flavour of irony.
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