He glanced out of the window, looked back at the major and grasped the handle of the door. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. The risk I run is nothing to yours. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap.
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