"Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. Her eyes were wide and bright. Here again the clothes were minus the labels. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. “I don’t think you can have heard me, Vee,” he said, with intensely controlled fury.
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