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CHAPTER XIV. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. Hogarth, before the jailer," replied Jack. “My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. Modern, indeed! She was going to be as primordial as chipped flint. Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered the church. I am on my way to an aunt who lives in Hartford, Connecticut.
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