Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. But what's to be done?" "The first thing I do," replied Jack, "will be to visit my poor mother in Bedlam. "And there you're right, you may dipind, marm," observed Terence. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. They stank, and she hated how they blocked the sunlight. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. She refused to sleep in the same room with him one night, kicking him in the shins.
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