"Halloa!" cried Jack, looking round, and trying to fix his inebriate gaze upon the speaker,—"who's that?" "Your mother," replied Mrs. Not at all. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction.
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