Hence!" "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which were altered by his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. But he had shown no desire for information, no curiosity.
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