"What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. "By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot—very goot. And for my part, if I were inclined to exercise my benevolence at all, it should be in favour of some more deserving object than that whining, hypocritical Magdalene. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her.
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