Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. “Thank Heaven, they are bringing the hors d’oeuvres. Only first you must find the lantern and light it again and leave it here, near the door, for me to find.
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