"Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. I won’t try. But he can't have his eyes always about him, or he'd have been with us this morning at the Mint, eh, Mr. Expiation. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. Suddenly he burst into wild laughter; but equally as suddenly something strangled the sound in his throat.
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