” John greeted him. "No friend like the mother, for the babby knows no other. And now you know. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. Lucy’s bright tones pursued her. ” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower.
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