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tuckered." He drew his long length from the chair and stood up in the soft glow of the silk-shaded lights. Mrs. Ames sighed.
"Gordon, you're much too good looking. I don't know where you get it. Your father was a good man and a big man, but even I could never consider him handsome."
"Fortunately, then, I had a mother," responded Gordon. "Ever meet her, Mums? She's one of the best-lookers in New York this minute!"
Mrs. Ames smiled and shook her head. "I don't pretend that I wasn't—rather pretty when I was younger, Gordon "
"My word, you're getting better looking every day, Mother! Why, you'd have had the whole bunch of 'em 'ridden off' if you'd been at Aiken! Good night. I'll look in before I go downtown."
He bent over and kissed her. "How do you keep your hair so young-looking, Mums?"
"It's quite full of gray, my dear, and I'm only"
"Careful!"
"Fifty-two, Gordon. Lots of women don't get gray before sixty."
"Gray!" Gordon chuckled. "Why, you
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