That night in Paris I saw on the bills ‘Fatal Motor Accidents. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. What do you know about her, Fred? I am interested. You want industry—you want steadiness. I need only just jump up and throw myself upon you. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. "I cannot do it. Please don’t tell anyone, mister. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again.
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