How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral 435 XXVII. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. " She rose. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance. Business exists for such interruptions.
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