"I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. From me. “Not much. ” The girl on the lounge drew a long sobbing breath. Of this I'm certain, however, she was much too good for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter's wife, still less what is she now. —D'ye hear?" Still the widow remained silent.
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