She was tired, hungry—and thus somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. You won’t have a man’s lips near you, but you’ll eat out of his hand fast enough. We sha’n’t hang up on any misunderstanding. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy.
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