“With your permission,” he said to Anna, “I shall arrange a bed for him where he is. He gurgled as if trying to communicate. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. With this view, he suffered him to pass on. At this terrible juncture, Jack maintained his composure,—a smile played upon his face before the cap was drawn over it,—and the last words he uttered were, "My poor mother! I shall soon join her!" The rope was then adjusted, and the cart began to move. Surely our advice would have been worth having, at any rate.
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