The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. But finding his hints totally disregarded, he, at length, swaggered up to the table, and thrust in a chair. "Get up, mother," cried Jack; "do not kneel to him. "Never—never!" The words were scarcely pronounced, when the door was violently thrown open, and two men appeared at it. Get on, do. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters.
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