” “You may be sure of the one,” she murmured. It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably, appealing. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. She isn't used to cities. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. 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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