At this terrible juncture, Jack maintained his composure,—a smile played upon his face before the cap was drawn over it,—and the last words he uttered were, "My poor mother! I shall soon join her!" The rope was then adjusted, and the cart began to move. If they entered a shop, he paused by the doorway, as if waiting for the journey to be resumed. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars. He moaned.
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