"Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. Mauled about!” She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. The Semitic looking young man opposite, who seems to have been committing you to memory piecemeal, will tell you that he was never so bored in all his life as he has been here. ’ His friend held it out of the way. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. A creeping numbness invaded her.
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