"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. "Or the street," returned Jack: "mind my words, the prison's not built that can keep me. Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried.
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