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His lips were tight drawn. " "That I will," replied Jack, "in the twinkling of a bedpost. “Oh goody. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not. I shall not part with you again. In this state, he contrived to get the poor black's hand into his mouth, and nearly bit off one of his fingers before the sufferer could be rescued. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. Gerald had been confident that the boy would not dream of disobeying an order thrown at him by a major of militia, but he guessed Jack might be wondering if he was about to be haled off to prison. It is a lovely little appendage to the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with her very gestures. ‘As for an heir, I have Alderley cousins enough. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror.
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