"Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. Do not waste time in vain regrets, but let us remove the body, that we may fulfil her last injunctions. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance.
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