’ ‘Parbleu, but I find you excessively rude,’ she snapped, marching to meet him. "You two … both of you! But for you I couldn't have done it. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently.
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