"You can render no further service to your poor mother. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. "As circumstances shall dictate, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan. ‘Is it such a terrible prospect? I will take care of you—as long as you obey me.
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