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The full story—or as much as Gerald knew—of Valade’s machinations
shocked the old lady so much that she was obliged to recruit her strength with a
refill from the Madeira decanter. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die brokenhearted. "I want you for the job I spoke of a short time ago, Nab," he said. On the next morning—Sunday—the day
on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the
Harrow Road. Madame shrugged. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of
correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was
concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on
flinging—such considerations to the wind. "Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. Sharples," replied Quilt; "lock
'em up.
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