"No," replied Jack. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. Obviously he is still interested. “You would be wise to loosen your purse-strings, Gianfrancesco. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison.
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