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Chapter XXV
THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH
The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room
with a deferential little gesture. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and
when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. “How are you feeling?” She asked. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose
loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer
refuse me. Jack fell on his knees beside her. "Jack's a desperate
fellow, and is always well armed; besides, he has a comrade with him. "
"Palliate them as you may," replied the widow, gravely, "they were faults; and as
such, cannot be repaired by a greater wrong.
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