"Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. He looked at her reproachfully. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs.
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