"Do you mean," she faltered, "--of the lost?" "Of the lost. He was travelling with his father by the night mail to Cork. He never spoke of his school, never mentioned a comrade or a master; and I, for my part, was quite too much disgusted to allude to them. The tears were again in her eyes.
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