Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. He seemed to have shrunken in his seat. She loved to be told to do things. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head. Armed, however, with the implement he had so fortunately obtained, he did not despair of success.
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