Her hair is parted in the middle; it is slightly grey.

She must have passed over about fifteen to twenty years ago.

I think it is your mother.

She wants to, she wants to--" Bubbles hesitated, and then, speaking now entirely in her own voice, she exclaimed with a kind of gasp--"to warn you of danger." Varick opened his lips, and then he closed them.

He felt shaken with an over-mastering emotion, as well as intense surprise, and, yes, of fierce anger with the girl for daring to do this--to him.
But Bubbles began again, staring as if at something beyond and behind him.