Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. October arrived; and in another week the court would be sitting at the Old Bailey. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms.
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