She tried to scream,
\"I'm coming to you, Mama!\" But no sound would come
from her mouth. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle. ”
“I am glad that you have a reasonable excuse for not having been to see me,” she
said good-humouredly. ”
“Wherever you like!” he answered, a little absently. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were
dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a
goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one
recalcitrant horse and leading another. Wood. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away
with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. "
"I do not doubt it," returned Jack; "none but those who have experienced it can
understand the miseries of imprisonment.
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