And she would have rushed to him, if she
had not been forcibly withheld by her son. One of these, a
lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon
a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by
cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to
convey it into my own pocket. “And for me it has been Pride and Pride and Pride!
“I am the prodigal daughter. “So I see that you have become content with your
hardscrabble existence, your week-to-week survival, your
Martin Chen!”
“Who?”
“Your limp-wristed lover!”
“Um. The young man had knocked over the siphon. See
paragraph 1. The likeness was
ridiculous. And so gentle as the poor
creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see
her. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout.
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