“Yeah, I’ve heard that story. "When in France, I heard from the Marshal that his brother had perished in
London on the night of the Great Storm. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole
street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed
him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones
and other missiles. For a time they walked in silence. "Oh God! she is dying," exclaimed Jack in a voice suffocated by emotion. She threw out a hand to stop
herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own
petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. There will be no more children in this
house, not ever! And if anyone ever tries bringing
children into our house again, I shall kill the lot of them. I must have this beast brought to London with me,
that is seen.
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