On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. It is no good arguing about a thing like that. “I am sure,” she said, “that you mean to stay until you are turned out. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. 1.
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