And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. " "Very true," chuckled Jackson; "very true. Do you think we could manage that old clothesman between us, if we got out of this box?" "I'd manage him myself, if my arms were free," replied Thames, boldly. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. CHAPTER X. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared.
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