" "O Jack, dear, dear Jack!" cried Mrs. She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar streets. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. “I have had nothing since, and it seems a very long time. Perhaps you'll give me in return some token, by which I may remind you of this occurrence, in case we meet again.
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