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Her gratitude swelled within her. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. Without an idea where he was going, Jack pursued his way through the fields; and, as he proceeded, the numbness of his limbs in some degree wore off, and his confidence returned. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. ‘I am saying so,’ protested Gerald mildly. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself.
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