“My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. “I’m just in time to say good-bye before I go, father. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. Jack instandly extinguished the light, and called to his comrade to come after him.
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