He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. " "I didn't want it," replied Jack; "but who are those gentlemen?" "Friends of yours," replied Figg; "come to see you;—Sir James Thornhill, Mr. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea.
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