”
“Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and
rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his
nerves a-quiver. . . Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. I don’t believe in the faults. She heard this
standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that
astonished herself. "I'll tell you," replied Jack, with forced calmness. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. Just then, a carriage drawn by four
horses, drove furiously up to the Six Bells; but Jack was too much absorbed to
take any notice of it. "Your son is a lad of spirit, Mr.
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