What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. The chromatic fiction with which he relieved his mind glanced but slightly at this aspect of life, and never with any quality of guidance. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. When they were home, the pair headed for the Big Apple or the warmth of the Beck’s family table.
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