"My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. This lifeless appearance was heightened by the extreme sharpness of her features—especially the nose and chin,—and by the emaciation of her limbs, which was painfully distinct through her drapery. " "But why not?" The doctor dallied with his teaspoon. She spoke slowly.
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