In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. He put an arm around her. ” There was a long silence. She didn’t know anything more about your mom. Um. He dared not go on. But something instinctive prevented that, and with the finest resolve not to be “silly” and prudish she found that whenever he became at all bold in this matter she became severely scientific and impersonal, almost entomological indeed, in her method; she killed every remark as he made it and pinned it out for examination. “A girl needs her mother most exactly when she thinks she doesn’t. "We have had a sad loss, my dear Winifred," he began,—"for I must use the privilege of an old friend, and address you by that familiar name,—we have had a sad loss in the death of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere.
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