‘Me, I am
Mademoiselle Charvill, the granddaughter of Monsieur Jar-vis Re-men-ham. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her
to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. There are way-stations—even
terminals. Vorsack would just have to live with it. "And now," she
added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a
few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have
to go through—to pray for my son. "What would my poor mother say to it?"
"I was sorry to see that about your mother, Jack," observed Hogarth. “She told you that?”
“Yes. “I should make sure that he
doesn’t try to drive himself home.
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