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Felix. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. " "To be sure you are," replied Jonathan, laughing. Besides, he was a Yale man. No doubt there’s some little mistake. To the Seven Cities of Refuge Jack proceeded. This farewell had been particularly distasteful to him.
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