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” She spotted a beer bottle and picked it up from the ground. He recognised this object at once. They rose as she approached. I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. A silence ensued. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. “I’m not gentle.
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