"Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. . "Marry, come up! Mightn't he just as reasonably complain of your being a Hanoverian and a Presbyterian? It's all matter of opinion. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently forgotten for the moment. Then, quite insensibly, her queenliness had declined. It’s a pure joy of giving—giving to YOU. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. He shall have the estates.
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