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The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. "Well, like or not, I'm greatly pleased with it, and must beg it from you as a memorial——" "Of what?" she interrupted, startled by his change of manner. But she could tell by the dullness of his eyes that he saw only some inner vision. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. All right, I’m coming. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. “Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. ’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. He was profoundly stirred. He returned to attend the funeral. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. " "Oh, I see. "Let me go," cried Winifred.
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