"The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. There was nothing to be learned from her face. She crept behind the open door and pounced on him
when he came out of the bathroom, knocking him onto
the floor with a loud thud. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?"
"Because you are my mother. Their laughter, together with the agonized yowling of the dog, drew a
circle of wondering natives; and at length McClintock himself came over to see
what the racket was about. ‘She means thanks to you, General,’ Gerald translated automatically, forgetful
of his old commander’s fiery temper. ‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone
that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray,
blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. Dare you?”
“Do you mean NOW?”
“At the end of the session. Twice Spurlock went to Copeley's—twenty miles to the northwest—for ice and
mail.
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