Chapter 1. When A Boy Is Not A Boy
_ CHAPTER ONE. WHEN A BOY IS NOT A BOY
"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.
Father and son were as much alike as a sturdy sun-browned man of forty can resemble a thin, pale youth of sixteen or so. In other words, they possessed the same features, but the elder suggested an outdoor plant, sturdy and well-grown, the younger a sickly exotic, raised in the hot steaming air of the building which gardeners call a stove, a place in which air is only admitted to pass over hot-water pipes, for fear the plants within should sh

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