“How can you know?” “I think—perhaps I am rather a cold-blooded person. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. People sat in unusual pews, and a wide margin of hassocky emptiness intervened between the ceremony and the walls. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. Jack's heart was too full to allow him to derive any pleasure from this scene; so he strolled on without raising his eyes till he arrived at Kensal Green.
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