"Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured.
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