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Through this, his last trial, Jack's spirits never deserted him. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. You’re trespassing again, and I’ve come to arrest you,’ Gerald said promptly. He glanced at it, and saw the bloodied blade. “We will take it then,” he said, “that you have refused or ignored one request I have made you this morning. Something, I'm convinced, has happened to the boys. My only love is for my poor lost son.
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