“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if
you care for them, and leave the room. . “I had a faint idea once that things were as you say they are, but the affair of
the ring—of the unexpected ring—puzzled me. ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’
She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side. But I'm not worrying about that. If he decided to
watch television upstairs with his mother, she would
probably retire before he did, but she was a light sleeper. Pull yourself together now. From McClintock's came an infernal tinkletinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon
the ear. From time to time the man
below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a
harpist, only to recover them instantly. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober. In this state, he was laid upon a
bench, to sleep off his drunken fit, while his wretched mother, in spite of her
passionate supplications and resistance, was, by Blueskin's command, forcibly
ejected from the house, and driven out of the Mint.
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