“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. "But what, may I ask, arouses the thought?" The doctor was in high good humour. " "I'll tell you what I'll do," rejoined the other. ‘Do not be alarmed, Jacques. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne.
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