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If I were Mr. Jack's body was caught, and passed from hand to hand over a thousand heads, till it was far from the fatal tree. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine. ’ ‘Will you indeed? Truly?’ His smile held so much tenderness, she was tempted to surrender at once. “In two days,” she reflected, “Mrs.
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