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I was grounded for the last two weeks. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. Having made a hole in the wall sufficiently large to pass through, Jack first tossed the bar into the room and then crept after it. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman. This gloom was impossible. "Thanks," he said, holding out a thin white hand.
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