Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. ‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’ His answer was in their faces. You do not love your husband, you have married him for a position —to escape from—things which you feared. It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. And I get myself dirty. "Dead!" echoed the boy. All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being.
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