In the midst of the holy place, which he had formerly profaned, lay the body of his unfortunate mother, and he could not help looking upon her untimely end as the retributive vengeance of Heaven for the crime he had committed. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. Soon the trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. ” He said. I am your husband, though as yet your hand has scarcely lain in mine.
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