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She laughed softly, and leaned across the table. . ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. Wood," added she in a hollow voice, and with a ghastly look, "gin may bring ruin; but as long as poverty, vice, and ill-usage exist, it will be drunk. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. “Only it is much too late for you to be out alone.
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