It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ‘Do not say such things, you—you imbecile. To-day he selected the girl, and gave her the lead-chair. " The clock tinkled ten.
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