Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. "I've a good deal to do. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. " "Oh! goodness!" ejaculated the tapstress, in alarm. 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. "By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you. ” “I didn’t mind that little argument. “I’m going to kill your weakness for you.
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