She threw him his car keys. To-night the subtle
suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the
head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist
seemed to come to him with a rush. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from
experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. You think you will. Distress like hers might palliate far greater offences than she ever
committed. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?"
"Because you are my mother. ‘There was a priest,
the father confessor, you understand. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with
the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not
to say heaviness.
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