So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. " "Come along, master," said the waterman. ’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek. Until at last I persuaded him to go to bed. After a little further discourse the old man took his departure.
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