“What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. And, in spite of the boy's resistance, he plunged his hands into his pockets, and drew forth the miniature. The raising of twenty-five pounds was a task altogether beyond her powers. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. It'll be turning over to-morrow. "And now, I've one further request," faltered Jack; "though I scarcely know how to make it. Ramage,” she said, “I can’t—Not now.
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