’ His features relaxed again and he grinned. "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. ’ Gerald sighed. Warm life was behind that always, even if it slept. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone.
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