I shan't let you off a farthing. Do you want me, too?”
“Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of
rapture. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. She thought
of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many
troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts,
of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of
Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. Of course there were goats. Spare me, and I'll be quiet—quiet
—quiet!"
"Mother!" said Jack, advancing towards her. But there
was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. You've your own reasons, no doubt, for bringing up her son
—perhaps, I ought rather to say your son, Mr. \"
He perked up, ready to make conversation. ”
He put his head on one side, pulled down the corners of his mouth, and looked
at her over his glasses.
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