But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. The day had become suddenly overcast. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own.
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