A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. His head turned sideways towards the noise, his brows scowling. Why, Nab, you shake as if you'd got an ague?" he added, turning to the Jew, whose teeth chattered audibly. I will shed no more blood. It’s odd, but nothing but cliche seems to meet this case.
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