’ The pathetic sob which accompanied the last word had a signal effect on two of the company at least. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. That person advanced towards him. I felt—I felt living in a masked world. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. You need give yourself no more concern about Kneebone. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. He never retires to rest till daybreak—if at all. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning.
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