She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. Panting with effort, she held her point menacingly at Gosse’s chest. " "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. Or appeared to do so. . \" The thick girl with the blue- black hair spat. ” The tired woman sat still for a moment.
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