" "Bring your story to an end, Sir," said Trenchard who had listened to the recital with mingled emotions of rage and fear. Pull over there. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. ’ She shuddered, throwing her hands over her face. . 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. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. . In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. I sang to him, and he was satisfied.
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