“It seems to be impossible to believe it’s true,” he murmured to himself.
“Are you quite ready?” asked his mother.
She was standing beneath the gas-bracket, one hand raised to the handle. The light silhouetted her impertinent little nose and glimmered in her dusky hair.
Then with a jerk she turned out the light.
THE END
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[Transcriber’s Note: There are numerous typographical errors and spelling inconsistencies in the original text which have not been corrected, e.g., etiez for etiez, Grand Marmier for Marnier, Castelnau/Castlenau, Villiers-Cotterets/Villiers Cotterets, fourty for forty, etc.]