“Your mother was a Gypsy. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. It was at the age of five, when it became clear that she would not be followed by a brother, that he became more distant towards her and stopped adoring her. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. ‘The major will tell you when to stop. As they're so fond of each other's society they shan't part company even on that occasion, but shall swing from the same tree. " "So you think," muttered Jack, between his ground teeth.
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