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I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. Hence!" "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which were altered by his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me. Men and women are not established things; they’re experiments, all of them. I do want them. My father has made every possible inquiry, and offered large rewards; but has not been able to discover the slightest trace of him. EPOCH THE THIRD. CHAPTER XIII. But it’s love you should’ve had when you were tiny and I didn’t give it to you. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes.
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