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"
Mother
,
I
have
something
to
ask
you
,
"
he
said
.
Her
eyes
wandered
vaguely
about
the
room
.
She
made
no
answer
.
"
Tell
me
the
truth
.
I
have
a
right
to
know
.
Were
you
married
to
my
father
?
"
She
heaved
a
deep
sigh
.
It
was
a
sigh
of
relief
.
The
terrible
moment
,
the
moment
that
night
and
day
,
for
weeks
and
months
,
she
had
dreaded
,
had
come
at
last
,
and
yet
she
felt
no
terror
.
Indeed
in
some
measure
it
was
a
disappointment
to
her
.
The
vulgar
directness
of
the
question
called
for
a
direct
answer
.
The
situation
had
not
been
gradually
led
up
to
.
It
was
crude
.
It
reminded
her
of
a
bad
rehearsal
.
"
No
,
"
she
answered
,
wondering
at
the
harsh
simplicity
of
life
.
"
My
father
was
a
scoundrel
then
?
"
cried
the
lad
,
clenching
his
fists
.
She
shook
her
head
.
"
I
knew
he
was
not
free
.
We
loved
each
other
very
much
.
If
he
had
lived
,
he
would
have
made
provision
for
us
.
Do
n't
speak
against
him
,
my
son
.
He
was
your
father
,
and
a
gentleman
.
Indeed
he
was
highly
connected
.
"
An
oath
broke
from
his
lips
.
"
I
do
n't
care
for
myself
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
but
do
n't
let
Sibyl
...
.
It
is
a
gentleman
,
is
n't
it
,
who
is
in
love
with
her
,
or
says
he
is
?
Highly
connected
,
too
,
I
suppose
.
"
For
a
moment
a
hideous
sense
of
humiliation
came
over
the
woman
.
Her
head
drooped
.
She
wiped
her
eyes
with
shaking
hands
.
"
Sibyl
has
a
mother
,
"
she
murmured
;
"
I
had
none
.
"
The
lad
was
touched
.
He
went
towards
her
,
and
stooping
down
he
kissed
her
.
"
I
am
sorry
if
I
have
pained
you
by
asking
about
my
father
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
I
could
not
help
it
.
I
must
go
now
.
Good-bye
.
Do
n't
forget
that
you
will
only
have
one
child
now
to
look
after
,
and
believe
me
that
if
this
man
wrongs
my
sister
,
I
will
find
out
who
he
is
,
track
him
down
,
and
kill
him
like
a
dog
.
I
swear
it
.
"
The
exaggerated
folly
of
the
threat
,
the
passionate
gesture
that
accompanied
it
,
the
mad
melodramatic
words
,
made
life
seem
more
vivid
to
her
.
She
was
familiar
with
the
atmosphere
.
She
breathed
more
freely
,
and
for
the
first
time
for
many
months
she
really
admired
her
son
.
She
would
have
liked
to
have
continued
the
scene
on
the
same
emotional
scale
,
but
he
cut
her
short
.
Trunks
had
to
be
carried
down
,
and
mufflers
looked
for
.
The
lodging-house
drudge
bustled
in
and
out
.
There
was
the
bargaining
with
the
cabman
.
The
moment
was
lost
in
vulgar
details
.
It
was
with
a
renewed
feeling
of
disappointment
that
she
waved
the
tattered
lace
handkerchief
from
the
window
,
as
her
son
drove
away
.
She
was
conscious
that
a
great
opportunity
had
been
wasted
.
She
consoled
herself
by
telling
Sibyl
how
desolate
she
felt
her
life
would
be
,
now
that
she
had
only
one
child
to
look
after
.
She
remembered
the
phrase
.
It
had
pleased
her
.
Of
the
threat
she
said
nothing
.
It
was
vividly
and
dramatically
expressed
.
She
felt
that
they
would
all
laugh
at
it
some
day
.
