"Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. It 163 invariably leads to trouble. There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance— how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter.
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