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"Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. 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. She shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind. "I can readily see," he said, "why you'll always be as poor as a church mouse. . I firmly believe that she is as straight as a die.
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