" "Oh, Jack!" cried his mother, falling upon his neck, and covering him with kisses. " "Poor Jack!" sighed Thames. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. “Child!” he cried. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night.
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