The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table. It had been a trying day. "Coward!" cried Kneebone. It took my breath away. Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, was obstructed by an iron bar. The poor fellow's half smothered. Hill would have followed her, but Mrs. Her desires were not for riches.
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