"And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. Where even to be a Catholic, they say, is to be looked upon with scorn and disgust. A nurse was at the other end of the room. ’ ‘Not, I trust, Nicholas Charvill?’ ‘Hardly. I must go perhaps in all the rooms. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. “I wonder,” she said, “how much you care. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. “Would you stand it? I’m going to clear out.
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