’ Gerald considered. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. But I’m going to-day. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. "Your answer, gem'men?" demanded Sharples. Wood. Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering her question, “when I hear you talk of earning a living, it’s as if I heard of an archangel going on the Stock Exchange—or Christ selling doves.
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