McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. Nothing disheartened by this survey, Jack set to work upon the lock, which he attacked with all his implements;—now attempting to pick it with the nail;— now to wrench it off with the bar: but all without effect. And Mother trusted him. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste.
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