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I daresay you have the whole thing wrong, Gerald. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. " The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. "Aha!" exclaimed Jonathan, acting upon the information he had obtained from Wood; "I have found you at last. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. ” “But that is ridiculous!” he exclaimed.
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