"Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. She is a fortune-teller and a vessel for man’s pleasure. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. He talked with his manner gentle and kindly.
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