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"Get up, then," said Jack, freeing his foot from the stirrup. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. She listened, her suspicions confirmed. Thames Darrell, I've said, is at Mr.
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