Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject. His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. It was a brief solitude, however. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. I shall still believe in you.
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