Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. I was standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld the look Wild fixed on him. “I’ll run, too,” she volunteered.
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