"Farewell!" cried Jack, breaking from them, and rushing down the street. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. They WERE weird. "A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. He rang the doorbell, even though she had already cracked the door for him.
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