So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. In your heart you know quite well that all that you have said is useless. Such a beautiful boy he is, but his intelligence is marginal. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. 235 “No, I think she’s out sick with a throat infection.
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