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"Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. “Morning, Mom. ToC After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give a last look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of his beloved and illfated mother. “My wife refused absolutely to have anything more to do with me. And the woollen-draper departed. ” He looked at her, his eyes illuminated by the glow of the dashboard.
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