" Mrs. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. "I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer here. Only you good ones— shirk. She made me over. I’ve muddled all this business.
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