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" "There's some one in the garden at this moment," cried Jack; "I saw a face at the window. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. Capes. ‘Help yourself, Hilary.
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