To these a heavy wooden apparatus was attached, which could be raised or lowered at pleasure by pullies. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. I'd have got something nice. I don’t think of you as a kid. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. It’s no good. Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber.
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