She pulled her chair with a mild creak and marched towards the stair. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. ‘—without telling her why,’ he finished, ignoring the interjection. " "My boots! Fire and fury! They won't fit you; they are too large. But I shan't let him off thus. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. "You call in vain," rejoined Thames. It’s a mismatch. “Quite right,” she said.
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