" "Come along, then. " As she said this, she drew a little aside, while Mrs. Blest with a fond husband, surrounded by every comfort, you have never been assailed by the horrible temptations to which misery has exposed me. She got home every night in time to cook supper and it was good money. He had a blue overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer with its own desk. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. This also struck her as odd. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. " "Ah! you're so very particular," sighed Mrs.
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