He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. ” She laid her hand softly upon his. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. ” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. ‘The whole town is talking. " "Don't anger him, my dear son," implored the poor widow, with a look of anguish at Jack. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced.
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