"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. “Lucy, my brother is home and I borrowed the cash from him. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. We shall both, I hope, live to enjoy our shares—long after Thames Darrell is forgotten—ha! ha! A third of your estate I accept. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom.
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