"I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday. Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. Distress, deep-rooted, and age old. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. "I will set about it instantly. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot.
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