No one seconds this rash opinion. There is a profound silence. Miss Mansergh looks mildly round for support, and, meeting Jack's eyes, stops there.,
The reproach is terrible, and cuts him to the heart. He picks up the poor little bruised flower, and holds it tenderly in his hand.,
"This day week, then," he says, having heard, and taken to heart the wisdom of, the old maxim about striking while the iron is hot..
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