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leaned forward on the table, talking discursively on the probable brilliance of
their married life. ”
The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and
fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and
memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying
wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. The poor widow was thrown into an agony of distress on learning that
a robbery had been committed, in which her son (for she could not doubt that
Jack was one of the boys,) was implicated; nor was her anxiety alleviated by
Mrs. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a
desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the
Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed.
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