ToC After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give a last look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of his beloved and illfated mother. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. She pulled him down by his lapels and arched her head readily towards his neck. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again.
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