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"You read it, Ruth. The simile started a laugh in his throat. Marina doted over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades, reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them both. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. But she did not speak. 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. \"I guess so. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. We remember it.
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