. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. We, ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago. It’s Providence. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. ‘Small wonder in a way that he found hisself consolation elsewhere. “I am going to ask for your forgiveness.
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