1. "And me," added Mrs. All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. More importantly, she had her wits. But suppose I go?” “Now, Veronica! No, no. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. I think too much about myself. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack.
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