’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. ‘Ah, well, we’ll check the back and then go home. Come up stairs, and take a glass of brandy. ” “Then perhaps,” she answered, with a new coldness in her tone, “perhaps I really do not care. ” A flush of excitement crept into her cheeks.
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