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” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny sheets. ” With a swift movement she gained the bell and rang it. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack, who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot. ‘Don’t be so absurd. ‘Thought you were going to break in here,’ he said, in an impatient whisper. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. And when there is no longer any need to use it, why then, enough you say—and throw it away. ” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. I came back to say, that I've placed your nephew in a coach; and, if you'll be at my lock in the Old Bailey an hour after midnight, you shall hear the last tidings of him. I done just what you asked.
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