My mother shall never degrade herself by a connection with
you. If ever I did meet a man I could
love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and
booze addict. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very
difficult, if not impossible, to allay. Niente. ‘It
needs not that you tell me. Jack could
hardly be accounted good-looking: Thames, on the contrary, was one of the
handsomest boys possible. “It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a
peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be
friends. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home.
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