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ce, in a key which made Pemberton turn quickly to him and see that he had suddenly seated himself, was breathing in great pain, and was very pale. "_Now_ do you say he's not in a state, my precious pet?" shouted his mother, dropping on her knees before him with clasped hands, but touching him no more than if he had been a gilded idol. "It will pass--it's only for an instant; but don't say such dreadful things!" "I'm all right--all right," Morgan panted to Pemberton, whom he sat looking up at with a strange smile, his hands resting on either side of the sofa. "Now do you pretend I've been dishonest, that I've deceived?" Mrs. Moreen flashed at Pemberton as she got up. "It isn't _he_ says it, it's I!" the boy returned, apparently easier, but sinking back against the wall; while his restored friend, who had sat down beside him, took his hand and bent over him. "Darling child, one does what one can; there are so many things to consider," urged Mrs. Moreen. "It's his _place_--his only place. You see _you_ think it is now." "Take me away--take me away," Morgan went on, smiling to Pemberton with his white face. "Where shall I take you, and how--oh _how_, my boy?" the young man stammered, thinking of the rude way in which his friends in London held that, for his convenience, with no assurance of prompt return, he had thrown them over; of the just resentment with which they would already have called in a successor, and of the scant help to finding fresh employment that resided for him in the grossness of his having failed to pass his pupil. "Oh we'll settle that. You used to talk about it," said Morgan. "If we can only go all the rest's a detail." "Talk about it as much as you like, but don't think you can attempt it. Mr. Moreen would never consent--it would be so _very_ hand-to-mouth," Pemberton's hostess beautifully explained to him. Then to Morgan she made it clearer: "It would destroy our peace, it would break our hearts. Now that he's back it will be all the same again. You'll have your life, your work and your freedom, and we'll all be happy as we used to be. You'll bloom and grow perfectly well, and we won't have any more silly experiments, will we? They're too absurd. It's Mr. Pemberton's place--every one in his place. You in yours, your papa in his, me in mine--n'est-ce pas, cheri? We'll all forget how foolish we've been and have lovely times." She continued to talk and to surge vaguely
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