"If I could work as fast as you, I might afford to be as idle. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside. Wood," added she in a hollow voice, and with a ghastly look, "gin may bring ruin; but as long as poverty, vice, and ill-usage exist, it will be drunk.
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