A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. "Are you his ghost, then?" "No—no," answered Jack. Thames returned no answer. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. ” He stared at a little eddy. "You poor child!" said Prudence.
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