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’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. For a long time he remained standing before the fire, staring at the situation. "How old are you?" demanded Miss Prudence. He was not quite sure whether, after all, he had been wise. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother.
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