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. “Compromise—and kindness. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness.
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