Withthatglowinherpaleface，herbreastheaving，hereyessolargeanddarkandsoft，shelookedlikeVenuscometolife！Butthisextravagancebroughtinstantreaction，and，twinkling，hesaid：”Well，ifithadlimits，weshouldn’tbeborn；forbyGeorge！
it’sgotalottoputupwith。”
Then，removinghistophat，hebrusheditroundwithacuff。Thegreatclumsythingheatedhisforehead；inthesedaysheoftengotarushofbloodtothehead——hiscirculationwasnotwhatithadbeen。
Shestillsatgazingstraightbeforeher，andsuddenlyshemurmured：”It’sstrangeenoughthatI’malive。”
ThosewordsofJo’s’Wildandlost’camebacktohim。”Ah！”hesaid：”mysonsawyouforamoment——thatday。””Wasityourson?Iheardavoiceinthehall；Ithoughtforaseconditwas——Phil。”