" "What time is it?" inquired Jack. The chromatic fiction with which he relieved his mind glanced but slightly at this aspect of life, and never with any quality of guidance. He turned, expecting to see his wife. Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, was obstructed by an iron bar. She raised this with the air of a conspirator unmasking, and displayed a tear-flushed face. No one will ever love you as I love you now.
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