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They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. “Before you do anything else I should advise you to secure those charred fragments of paper from the grate. Prepared as he was for a dreadful shock, and with his nerves strung to endure it, Jack absolutely recoiled before the appalling object that met his gaze. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. She had mentioned the address where she and her sister had lived. It was impulsive and natural. You didn’t even put the twelve words. Get on, do. ” He nodded twice, with his eyes on the fire, as though that was a formal statement.
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