Michelle walked towards the sloping Victorian stairs. He brought another small loaf, and a can with which he replenished the pitcher, recommending Jack to be careful, as he would get nothing further till morning. "A capital instrument for my purpose," thought Jack, shouldering it, "and worth all the trouble I have had in procuring it. I care not. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. Wood was scarcely seated before Mr.
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