At this terrible juncture, Jack maintained his composure,—a smile played upon his face before the cap was drawn over it,—and the last words he uttered were, "My poor mother! I shall soon join her!" The rope was then adjusted, and the cart began to move. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me. ” She looked down at the flowers, still in shock, and gently laid them over her arm like a Miss America candidate practicing a crowning ceremony at a pajama party. And next morning she attired herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a post-office, and went to him. She had braved all obstacles to pursue her dream. “Why don’t they wait?” he added. " "No doubt, my dear," acquiesced the carpenter, "no doubt.
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