” “Afraid!” “Yes. “How dare you? You are trying to kidnap my babies!” Clotilde demanded. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. There was now no honest way of warning Taber that the net had been drawn. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. " "Well, that's a hopeful sign.
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