"Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. "Miss Enschede—such an odd name!—are you French?" "Oh, no.
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