47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. ’ ‘Pah!’ ‘Precisely. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. She ran to the lamp and extinguished it. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her. As to his mother, I've no pity for her.
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