Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. Maggot. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts.
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