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 but there had come into his sensitive face a look
 of pain and sorrow, and it seemed as if his thoughts
 were now far off.
 "Mr. Lane," said Jack suddenly and hotly, "I've
 been thinking lately that it isn't fair of father; I
 know I did what was wrong, but so do other fellows
 too. One can't always be good. Still I've worked
 hard these months past to please him, and not
 done one thing that he disapproves of, and all to
 get him to forgive me. Now, he's just as hard on
 me as in the beginning, and I don't think I'll stand
 it any longer; some day I'll just tell him straight
 out that I've tried hard enough to be good, but
 that I see there's no pleasing him, and I'll tell him
 I won't stay at home any longer to be scowled at,
 that I won't!" cried the boy excitedly, jumping
 up -and stamping his foot with impatience and
 anger.
 Mr. Lane took his eyes from the distant landscape
and looked upon Jack. As his face turned towards
the boy, Jack saw that it had grown very white,
and the look on it was one of such keen but
hopeless remorse, that the very pain on it seemed
to enter straight' into Jack's heart.
 "My boy," began Mr. Lane, and oh, the sadness
of his voice as he spoke! I have often thought I
should like to tell you of a sorrow of mine. It is