It was all the reward he asked to see her holding her place at the head of the class , her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes starry with her pride of position . And how sweetly she would lecture him on the way home from school about learning his spellings better , and wind up her sermon with the frank avowal , uttered with deliciously downcast lids , that she liked him better than any of the other boys after all , even if he could n't spell as well as they could . Nothing of success that he had won since had ever thrilled him as that admission of little Lisbeth 's ! She had been such a sympathetic little sweetheart too , never weary of listening to his dreams and ambitions , his plans for the future . She had always assured him that she knew he would succeed . Well , he had succeeded -- and now one of the uses he was going to make of his success was to turn Lisbeth and her children out of their home by way of squaring matters with a dead man ! Lisbeth had been away from home on a long visit to an aunt when he had left Chiswick . She was growing up and the childish intimacy was fading . Perhaps , under other circumstances , it might have ripened into fruit , but he had gone away and forgotten her ; the world had claimed him ; he had lost all active remembrance of Lisbeth and , before this late return to Chiswick , he had not even known if she were living . And she was Neil Jameson 's widow ! He was silent for a long time , while the waves purred about the base of the big red sandstone rock and the boy returned to his Crusoe . Finally Robert Turner roused himself from his reverie . `` I used to know your mother long ago when she was a little girl , '' he said . `` I wonder if she remembers me . Ask her when you go home if she remembers Bobby Turner . '' `` Wo n't you come up to the house and see her , sir ? '' asked Paul politely . `` Mother is always glad to see her old friends . '' `` No , I have n't time today . '' Robert Turner was not going to tell Neil Jameson 's son that he did not care to look for the little Lisbeth of long ago in Neil Jameson 's widow .
The name spoiled her XXXXX him , just as the Jameson mouth spoiled her son for him .
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