She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. . " There was a brief, breathless pause. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. You will have to tell me. “Steady on!” he cried. ” She had spoken rather rapidly.
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