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"And Jack?" "Gone too," sobbed his daughter. He's passed through some rough mental torture. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Perhaps, as you say, I do not really care—but I cannot do it. Abruptly the sterner look vanished and she twinkled. She is a fortune-teller and a vessel for man’s pleasure. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thought Jack must have given him the slip.
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