I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. “You poor little girl!” he cried. You promise me you’ll never grow old, you hear?” “I promise. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. No doubt they've all been rejected; but he couldn't throw them overboard.
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