"More than three hundred weight, Sir," replied the man. You can scribble if you want to, but after you've given your eight hours daily to the mills. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. She was faint from hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood madness readying for battle.
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