"Fine morning, Jack; why don't you go and have a run?" John Meadows-always "Jack," because his father's name was John-upon hearing that father's voice, raised his dull, dreamy eyes slowly from the perusal of the old Latin author over which he was bending, and looked in Sir John's face, gazing at him inquiringly as if he had been walking with Cicero in Rome-too far away to hear the question which had fallen upon his ears like a sound which conveyed no meaning.
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