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And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. She reminded him sometimes of the one holy and ineffable Madonna, at others of Berode, the great courtezan of her day, who had sent kings away from her doors, and had just announced her intention of ending her life in a convent. On searching the coat, he found, amongst other matters, a mask, a key, and a pocket-book. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. Whoever answers them must assist me to capture your son. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now. " A peculiar smile illuminated Jack's features.
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