"My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. Another coach was then procured, in which the prisoner was placed. She would be surrendering to all her impulses—particularly the good impulses—many of which society had condemned long since because they entailed too much trouble. " "What!" exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard," cried the thief-taker, as he slipped a pair of handcuffs over Jack's wrists, "for the help you have given us in capturing your son.
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