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"Mother, I come to you. " There was another pause. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. ‘I know her, ma’am, but I know next to nothing of her story. Just. . “I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt.
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