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The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. "Let us hope that, like her who 'loved much,' her sins are forgiven her. ‘But I have the pistol,’ Gerald pointed out. "That depends upon what you call educated. Shot him, do you hear?” “Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. A dozen shynesses and intellectual barriers were being outflanked or broken down in her mind. Nor can we. It was his particular hobby, and the leisure he had to apply to it had given him a remarkable appraising eye. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. And an Englishman, which is my right of birth.
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