Before he could make the thrust, however, he was seized behind by Ireton, who flung himself upon him. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. "My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs.
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