" "I remember now!" interrupted McClintock. "Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!" Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's mouth, and forced him out of the room. She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word. I was raised in the Church. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her.
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