The dowager rose and slipped from her pew. There was the sound of tearing silk as she threw up her arms to embrace her son. Then:
"Oh, Rupert, darling," she exclaimed in tones of theatrical despair, "don't you see? The game's up!

Author: Eva Ibbotson

The dowager rose and slipped from her pew. There was the sound of tearing silk as she threw up her arms to embrace her son. Then:<br />"Oh, Rupert, darling," she exclaimed in tones of theatrical despair, "don't you see? The game's up! - Eva Ibbotson

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