Mr. 1. And this time the departure had a tremendous effect of finality. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. ’ Jack blinked. “Why should it matter?” he said. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea.
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