" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Jack was almost afraid of speaking; but at length he summoned courage to call out "Mother!" "Who's there?" asked a faint voice from the bed. I’ve—dreads. ” “I am your friend,” he said slowly, “whatever you may have to tell me. "Lend a hand with the ruffles, Blueskin!" he shouted, as that personage, who had just recovered from the stunning effects of the blow, contrived to pick himself up. ‘And she’s—’ She broke off, a sudden light in her eyes. " While he was thus musing, he fancied he heard the lock tried. James's built for offices of the meanest description. ” He frowned.
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