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A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. I worshipped her and subdued myself. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. Wood. Some of these persons were examining the spot where the spike had been cut off; others the spike itself, now considered a remarkable object; and all were marvelling how Jack could have possibly squeezed himself through such a narrow aperture, until it was explained to them by Mr. "How do you know that?" rejoined Jack. I never could. I do forgive him; but he will never know now. Good-bye, aunt. It is the immediate inspiration of confidence; it alleviates pain, because we know by that smile that pain is soon to leave us; it becomes the bulwark against our depressive thoughts of death; and it is the promise that we still have a long way to go before we reach the Great Terminal.
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