And here you are!” Her aunt opened all the fingers of her gloved hand in a rhetorical gesture. “The little English girl is very fortunate. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud.
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