" "You!" cried the tapstress, with a look of horror: "Never!" "Confusion!" muttered Jack, suddenly pausing in his task, "the saw has broken just as I am through the spike. Imagine her, putting herself to all this delay and inconvenience for a young wastrel she did not know and who, the moment he got on his feet, would doubtless pass out of her life without so much as Thank you! And it was ten to one that she would not comprehend the ingratitude. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. And now you must go back, take up your work and think all this over. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in.
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