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" "You are an angel, I say," continued the poor maniac; "and my Jack would have been like you, if he had lived. Not so Gosse. . His long struggle with himself, his avoidance of her were quite unnecessary. "Some dreadful deed is about to be committed, which I may perhaps prevent," muttered Jack to himself. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. Sheppard, whose distress at the consumption of the provisions had been somewhat allayed by the anticipation of the intruder's departure after he had satisfied his appetite, was now terrified in the extreme by seeing a light approach, and hearing footsteps on the stairs. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol.
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