Jonathan, however, paid no sort of attention to this demonstration of hatred. Good riddance. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. "I should never have been what I am, but for you. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. "That's a glorious reward. It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. " "Yes.
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