His face clouded with anger. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. And if he won’t—” But she did not give even unspoken words to the alternative at that time. And the opportunity to share in your exciting adventures was just too tempting to be put aside. Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders.
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