"Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. ‘They hold their nose up, so. But it looked as if the boy was not going to be of much use. Sulphurous poisons assaulted her nostrils as she threw the stone to one side of its resting place. As to his mother, I've no pity for her.
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