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Rhea spun round and sank her teeth into Lucy’s arm. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. You sent back my Christmas checks. “You poor thing. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. One marked difference between the poor outcast, who, oppressed by poverty, and stung by shame, had sought temporary relief in the stupifying draught,—that worst "medicine of a mind diseased,"—and those of the same being, freed from her vices, and restored to comfort and contentment, if not to happiness, by a more prosperous course of events, was exhibited in the mouth.
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