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"Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. ” There was never any shortage of bad men to eat, especially with pestilence and superstition to cover their tracks. He thought, too, of the fretful invalid who lay in the next room to his, whose money had created his business and made his position in the world.
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