Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other. She leaned back in the corner of the cab with a little sigh of relief. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. "You are free," said he, "that grating forms a ladder, by which you may descend in safety. F. But the figure was evidently too intent on peering within the ballroom to pay any attention to what might be occurring outside.
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