. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. "'The Man Who Could Not Go Home. Maggot, who promptly interposed her cudgel. That's my maxim; and it's the maxim of every honest man. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. She struggled fiercely not to give way.
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