"Gracious Heaven!—is she the
inmate of a mad-house?"
"She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's
misconduct. Suspending his labour on Jack's appearance, the man demanded his business. “Your friend,
“DAVID COURTLAW. Have you ever tried to run and jump in petticoats, Mr. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one
could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something
that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. "Beg pardon," he said, "but isn't smoking allowed in the dining room?"
"It probably is," answered Prudence, "but that in no wise mitigates the
odiousness of the procedure.
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