"Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. Ann Veronica glanced at the mirror to discover a flushed and dishevelled disorder. "Wretch!" cried Jack. ” John’s father added, “I came home to find Carolyn in a panic and fire trucks outside my son’s bedroom. What beasts men are! I cannot typewrite, my three stories are still wandering round, two milliners have refused me as a lay figure because business was so bad. I made it a point to bring beachcombers to the house to fill her with horror of mankind. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. " "Mother be——!" returned Jack. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. I would even have taken a place as waitress in a tea shop. JACK SHEPPARD.
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