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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 shall want a bottle or two of sack, and a flask of usquebaugh. ‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye. “Okay. “FAIL!” she said. ‘I will do so. "It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed. They got in my mouth. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. A day will come when you will thank me.
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