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"Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. She looked up, and recognized Mr. It is useless to contend with him, even with right on your side. ” Lucy gestured to the rough plywood floor. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts.

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