Mrs. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag. But what's to be done?" "The first thing I do," replied Jack, "will be to visit my poor mother in Bedlam. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. "She has flown up stairs," replied the widow.
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