Wood. And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict. ’ ‘Yes, a pretty theory, Lucy,’ Gerald said evenly, ‘but for one thing. I can't keep a good man beyond three pay-days. She had no inkling of that insupportable wrong. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. "I shall go back and finish my supper," said Mrs. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. . At once there came an answering knock. 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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