"Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. Blood, they say, won't come out. He's down in Patagonia somewhere. One side of the face was white with foamy lather and the other ruddy-cheeked and blue-jawed. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. As if God would not continue to mock him so long as his brain held a human thought! God had given him a pearl without price, and he had misunderstood until this day. I do not think that I have the Bohemian spirit at all.
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