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The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. If Jack Sheppard could behold his mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one than even the hangman could read him. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white. Lady Palsworthy was the widow of a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. He had nothing more to say either to her or to Spurlock. Placing a piece of money in Morgan's hands, he hurried out of the churchyard. Without you I should never have recovered either health or reason.
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