‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. It was better even than the hymn-singing. I will give you all some tea, and then I must leave you for a few minutes. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. “Mean as an old mule, too.
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