Come in , dear . '' Thyra loosened her arms from about him , and stepped back into a moon-lit space . Looking at him tragically , she extended her arms and spoke slowly and solemnly . `` Chester , choose between us . If you choose her , I shall go from you to-night , and you will never see me again ! '' `` Mother ! '' `` Choose ! '' she reiterated , fiercely . He felt her long ascendancy . Its influence was not to be shaken off in a moment . In all his life he had never disobeyed her . Besides , with it all , he loved her more deeply and understandingly than most sons love their mothers . He realized that , since she would have it so , his choice was already made -- or , rather that he had no choice . `` Have your way , '' he said sullenly . She ran to him and caught him to her heart . In the reaction of her feeling she was half laughing , half crying . All was well again -- all would be well ; she never doubted this , for she knew he would keep his ungracious promise sacredly . `` Oh , my son , my son , '' she murmured , `` you 'd have sent me to my death if you had chosen otherwise . But now you are mine again ! '' She did not heed that he was sullen -- that he resented her unjustice with all her own intensity .
She did not XXXXX his silence as they went into the house together .
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