"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the
companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. My dear! we’ve
had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things
we’d said—like a rosary of beads. They compromised at length on the science course at the
Tredgold Women’s College—she had already matriculated into London
University from school—she came of age, and she bickered with her aunt for
latch-key privileges on the strength of that and her season ticket. She was in deadly earnest in everything she
did. “You need a reason. ”
“But, daddy, what do you know of the place and the gathering?”
“And it’s entirely out of order; it isn’t right, it isn’t correct; it’s impossible for
you to stay in an hotel in London—the idea is preposterous. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she
thought to herself and smirked. It is
your own choice, isn’t it?”
She nodded. It's a sorry world," he went on. Besides
——”
She stopped short. In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Too much, perhaps. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the
day we first spoke to one another. He looked at her reproachfully.
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