Then he slapped his hand on his desk and looked up with the air of a man struck by a brilliant idea. You may well say it's impossible! His Majesty's jail of Newgate is admirably guarded, I must say. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise.
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