She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. On the day he carried the manuscript to Copeley's he brought back a packet of letters, magazines, and newspapers. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. "To the world's end," answered Jack, darting after him. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor.
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