Hence!" "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which were altered by his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me. ’ ‘You surprise me. F. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his never-failing resource in such emergencies. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage.
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