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They do not come for me, to find me and bring me home. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible.
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