Jehiel gave no indication that he had heard. His faded old blue eyes were fixed steadily on the single crack in the rampart of mountains, through which the afternoon train was just now leaving the valley. Its whistle echoed back hollowly, as it fled away from the prison walls into the great world. his lacerated spirit. This was the word DAMIT. It was only the SOUND that Nathaniels face flushed in a relief which died quickly down to a sombre hopelessness. He faced his uncle doggedly. Not much, Uncle Jehiel! he said heavily. I aint agoin to hear to such a thing. I know all about your wantin to get away from the valley -- you take that money and go yourself and Ill -- As his uncle came in, he exclaimed,
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