"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. ‘Who have lately joined us,’ she said, adding sotto voce, ‘A very great tragedy. ‘You don’t mean to say she’s here?’ ‘Was,’ Gerald corrected.
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