" "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. She was dropped off at 2:30 at Whitefield Park, a huge extravagantly lit field in the new part of town. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. As a consequence of its small size, it was possible to get along with the work on a much easier and more colloquial footing than a larger class would have permitted.
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