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Anna found herself next Sydney Courtlaw, with his friend close at hand. “Now, there, there. 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. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below.
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