Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a
commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one
voice in protest, the other dominant. “I think I ought to have one. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. Your mother arrived, and she knew me for what I was,
she whispered to me curses against werewolves and
vampires when I was alone in a room with her. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he
concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh
chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very
beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in
peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. "Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother.
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