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“At a boarding-house?” he gasped. I did not even know where to write and thank you. Excited by the scene, Jack, however, could pay little attention to the good man's discourse, and was lost in a whirl of tumultuous emotions. It was the first expression of the mother's blood. To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasite—something quite insignificant. He only laughed his defiance. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window.
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