He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. "It's you, Jack, who are persuading my brother to do wrong. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die brokenhearted. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away.
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