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Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. In the general survey of the prison, taken in the preceding chapter, but little was said of the Lodge. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. While involved in this crowd, near Temple Bar, —where the thoroughfare was most dangerous from the masses of ruin that impeded it,—an individual, whose swarthy features recalled to the carpenter one of his tormentors of the previous night, collared him, and, with bitter imprecations accused him of stealing his child. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!" "Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila.
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