"Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. I don’t quite know why. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. “Yeah, where the hell were you? My friends would have driven you home when I came home if I could have found you. ” John’s father, Thomas, strode into the front hall at that moment in his golf clothes. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. Most of you Americans pattern all Chinese upon those who fill a little corner in New York. My poor son despairs of me, for I have primed every member of the family to bring me the latest novels whenever they choose to visit. If you knew your aunt were alive, if she expected you, that would be different.
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