Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. "He sails to-morrow morning in the very vessel by which I start," replied Jack. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig.
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