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As Mrs. Quentin’s victoria, driving homeward, turned from the Park into Fifth  Avenue, she divined her son’s tall figure walking ahead of her in the twilight.  His long stride covered the ground more rapidly than usual, and she had a premonition that, if he were going home at that hour, it was because he wanted to see her.

Mrs. Quentin, though not a fanciful woman, was sometimes aware of a sixth sense enabling her to detect the faintest vibrations of her son’s impulses. She was too shrewd to fancy herself the one mother in possession of this faculty,…

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