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Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. "What!" she exclaimed, almost choked with passion,—"I advised you to burthen yourself with that idle and good-for-nothing pauper, who'm you ought rather to send to the workhouse than maintain at your own expense, did I! I advised you to take him as an apprentice; and, so far from getting the regular fee with him, to give him a salary? I advised you to feed him, and clothe him, and treat him like his betters; to put up with his insolence, and wink at his faults? I counselled all this, I suppose. I have given up painting. " "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. I am sure that he can be got rid of. " "Treated you like a white man there, did they?" "Like a gentleman. We’ll leave him here, with a couple of others. .
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