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"Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. She did not understand the note of hostility to men that ran through it all, the bitter vindictiveness that lit Miss Miniver’s cheeks and eyes, the sense of some at last insupportable wrong slowly accumulated. " CHAPTER IV. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. "Before to- morrow night that boy shall join his father. As this had been Mrs. CHAPTER XIV. Trodger might not need his hair dressed, but the flagon of ale that each soldier quaffed would be welcome—once his captain had departed, thought Roding cynically.
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