"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. I can. She bolted upright as she heard footsteps rumble towards the door, cursing UPS for being so damn persistent in such foul weather. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. ‘Caught in the act by myself and Major Gerald Alderley only last week. He will be some time in this comatose state.
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