She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. Let us pass, Sir. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. " "Do you mock me?" cried Jack, levelling a pistol at him.
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