"My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. Sated, he rolled off her body and retired to his quarters. And where was that devil? Had the soldiers found him? She could not think he had escaped, for she had only just made it into the passage as they entered the library. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart.
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