" "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. Will you?” She thought, and it seemed to him she had never looked so self-disciplined and deliberate and beautiful. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. That added to his puzzle. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. “I confess it. “Well——” She stopped short.
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