"Only Jack's two wives—Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot," replied Austin, laughing. Anyhow, it were me as got you down to the wetnurse. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated.
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