Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. Wild had escaped. “No!” he said aloud at last. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. " "Jack's mother?" exclaimed the young man.
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