Wood. Part 2 She found the younger generation of the Widgetts engaged in languid reminiscences, and all, as they expressed it, a “bit decayed. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now.
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