"Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. "Oh! nothing at all," answered Jack, sneeringly, "though this room's as much mine as yours, for that matter. "Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. I meant to give him a drubbing. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. Don’t leave me.
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