"Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. " "I will try to do so," replied the widow, forcing a smile. But also this must not go on. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast.
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