mrs. vane glanced at her, and with one of those false theatrical gestures that so often become a mode of second nature to a stage-player, clasped her in her arms. at this moment, the door opened and a young lad with rough brown hair came into the room. he was thick-set of figure, and his hands and feet were large and somewhat clumsy in movement. he was not so finely bred as his sister. one would hardly have guessed the close relationship that existed between them. mrs. vane fixed her eyes on him and intensified her smile. she mentally elevated her son to the dignity of an audience. she felt sure that the tableau was interesting.
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