and Mrs. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty seat. “My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep. Jack hastily retreated, and taking the first means of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. ’ ‘Precisely,’ Gerald repeated. 165 “Uh, my parents are going skiing in Colorado after New Year’s. ” She shook her head. I mystify you; I can see that.
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