Miss Caprice by St. George Rathborne
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He overlooks the peculiar patronizing air, such as a young woman sometimes assumes toward a boy her junior. "Lady Ruth, the person you refer to, the thought of whom sent me to save that child, bears what is to me the holiest name on earth--mother." She draws a quick breath. "Forgive me. I was rude." "Not at all. My words admitted of just such a meaning as you placed upon them." "You left her in Chicago, of course." John looks at her steadily. "Lady Ruth, it may sound strange to you after what I have said, but my memories of my mother are all confined to the far past, to a period when I was a mere child; but they are none the less previous on that account." She looks puzzled, as well she may. "Do you mean she is--dead?" "Heaven forbid, but I have not seen her in all these years. That is one reason I am abroad, Lady Ruth. I have a sacred mission to perform--to find my mother--to seek the solution of a mystery which has embittered my life. Perhaps some time, if we know each other a little better, I may |
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