You've your own reasons, no doubt, for bringing up her son —perhaps, I ought rather to say your son, Mr. To settle things, you know. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. ’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. I don’t know why he was allowed into the system in the first place, but he had two kids of his own. I’ve tried to use my authority.
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