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 moment, and that she was darkening it by her silence. Her memory went back to the same hour in her own life: she could feel its heat in her pulses still. What right had she to stand in Dick's light? Who was she to decide between his code and hers? She put out her hand and drew him down to her.

&quot;She'll be the making of me, you know, mother,&quot; he said, as they leaned together. &quot;She'll put new life in me—she'll help me get my second wind. Her talk is like a fresh breeze blowing away the fog in my head. I never knew any one who saw so straight to the heart of things, who had such a grip on values. She goes straight up to life and catches hold of it, and you simply can't make her let go.&quot;

He got up and walked the length of the room; then he came back and stood smiling above his mother.

&quot;You know you and I are rather