Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. While Lady Bicknacre had never trusted Valade. " "I can avenge her," cried Jack in a terrible tone. I don't know anything about you. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse upon her mind. From first to last, on this occasion, her aunt expostulated for about two hours. ‘I left a message at home that he should do so as soon as he returned from Kent. How would he act when he learned that it had vanished? She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. “Then I don’t take this as final. “I did it for love of you,” he said. I don't care how lonesome it is.
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