"Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. "Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, pulling the trigger of his pistol. “I have not left this apartment myself. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open.
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