Before there is any change, any real change, I shall be dead—dead—dead and finished—two hundred years!. The girl only smiled at him serenely, but she laid her hand for a moment quietly upon his. If they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. "And I," muttered Jack.
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