Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?" "I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you," rejoined his mother, bursting from his grasp. ” She said, embarrassed. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. She has married some one he could not approve of, and gone right away. Then Anna spoke more seriously than usual. ’ I said. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. Brown or Jones, I dare say. In the genuinely dissipated face there was always a suggestion of slyness in ambush, peeping out of the wrinkles around the eyes and the lips. Some had the dignity and the aloofness of a rock in the sea; and others were as the polished pebbles on the sands—one saw the difference of pebble from pebble only by close scrutiny. ” “Did it hurt when we did it?” His voice rose, inflamed with worry.
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