"And Jack?" "Gone too," sobbed his daughter. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. At last his voice came to release her tension.
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