“You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. “I couldn’t help it. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. " While this order was obeyed, Figg, who had been standing near the door, made his way to the prisoner, and offered him his huge hand, which Jack warmly grasped. Go and prepare for our departure.
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