Was that it? Had she
clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so
alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated
her. Her
mother…. Clotilde flew into a rage,
crying,
“How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their
mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. "
That was true, thought Spurlock. ’
‘You little fiend,’ exclaimed Gerald wrathfully. ’
‘Is it, now? Well you won’t, then, for he won’t hear nothing, missie. The young
man looked at her. Kneebone on her way to the door,
"how could you bring such creatures with you, especially on an occasion like
this, when we haven't met for a fortnight!"
"Couldn't help it, my life," returned the gentleman addressed, in the same tone;
"but you little know who those individuals are.
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