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"And now, widow," he continued, "attend to the next verse, for it consarns a
friend o' yours. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a
single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured
elsewhere. Would to God I had. At last she was roused. Drink the toast, Jack. I’m
sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. Once they were below, McClintock turned upon the doctor. He sounds to
me like a soldier of fortune. “Love should be enough, John, but it
never is. "
"I didn't want it," replied Jack; "but who are those gentlemen?"
"Friends of yours," replied Figg; "come to see you;—Sir James Thornhill, Mr. John’s demeanor shifted. “I think,” he said, “that some one ought to warn her.
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