"My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. The kissing of the book struck her as particularly odd, and then the policemen gave their evidence in staccato jerks and stereotyped phrases. "He has heard of your wonderful escapes, and wishes to see what you're like. ‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is.
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