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Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head. "Well, Lady Trafford," he said, fixing a severe look upon her. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. In the circles into which he had been born, the passing on of land was of vital importance. Frequently he would take up a box of talc and send a shower down his back, or fill his palms with the powder and rub his face and arms and hands. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father.
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