"Mother!" cried Jack, springing towards her. Charcoal. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly.
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