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Ferrall's pretty face impressed between both her hands, and looking her mischievously in the eyes, she whispered: "'Comme vous, maman, faut-il faire? Eh! mes petits-enfants, pourquoi, Quand j'ai fait comme ma grand' mère, Ne feriez-vous pas comme moi?" "O Lord!" said Mrs. Ferrall, "I'll never meddle again and the entire world may marry and take the consequences!"
Also, she may have found some solace from the still intervals devoted to an inventory of her sins and the wistful searching of a heart too young for sadness. If she did it was her own affair, not Grace Ferrall's, who went with her to Saint Berold's determined always to confess to too much gambling, but letting it go from day to day so that the penance could not interfere with the next séance.
Schuyler, the millionaire. Lives on Fifth Avenue, not far down from here. Who killed him?" "But look here. Are you sure this is Randolph Schuyler?" "Sure? Of course I'm sure. His house is on my beat. I see him often, goin' in or comin' out." "Well, then we have got a big case on our hands! Mason!" The inspector could scarcely believe Ferrall's statement, but realized that the policeman must know.
Ferrall's brougham which met them at Thirty-fourth Street Ferry, she was furious with herself for her unfeigned feeling of relief. All hot with self-contempt she lay back in the comfortably upholstered corner of the brougham, staring straight before her, sullen red mouth unresponsive to the occasional inconsequent questions of Grace Ferrall.
"Yes, child," she answered absently. "Has it occurred to you that what you have said about this boy touches me very closely?" Mrs. Ferrall's wits returned nimbly from woolgathering, and she shot a startled, inquiring glance at the girl beside her. "You you mean the matter of heredity, Sylvia?" "Yes.
And Grace Ferrall's phrase recurred to her, "Nobody ever has enough money!" not even these people, whose only worry was to find investment for the surplus they were unable to spend. Something of the meanness of it all penetrated her. Were these the real visages of these people, whose faces otherwise seemed so smooth and human? Was Leila Mortimer aware of the shrillness of her voice?
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