"There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. Birthdays just ain’t the same once you get old kiddo. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. If she could not marry him, she would not marry any one.
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