During the narration Jack's features lighted up, and an expression, which would have been in vain looked for in repose, was instantly caught and depicted by the skilful artist. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. "Love me, love my dog! Because I've scolded him and told him a few truths, you are ice to me.
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