’ The lady sighed and spread her hands. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. It fell to the ground and smoked ominously. You'd better lose no time. The sounds that reach the ear, and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of sad and serious contemplation.
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