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"Mother!" cried the son, "help!"
"What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and
extending her hands towards him. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. My mother really wants to
meet you. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you
dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. Or he would find something—a wave in her
hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite
discovery. Small, but eminently serviceable. Yet he was in a state of
hopeless bewilderment. Both, however, having
safely landed, they cautiously crossed the room, and passed down the first flight
of steps in silence.
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