CHAPTER III. It was partly to pay a grudge he had against father. "By the avenger of his family's dishonour—by your brother," he replied, coolly. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. "Your faults were the faults of circumstances. Entering the house, he found himself in a narrow passage leading to the back stairs. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. She was guided into the dock and prompted by a helpful police inspector. "If you get out o' that cage, I'll forgive you. ’ The lad Kimble moved swiftly to the door and walked out of the room. No matter.
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