For a time she worried about that compulsory bath and cutaneous diseases. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. She had looked forward to an explanation. ” A fair-haired young Englishman looked up from the depths of his easy chair. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. “I believe so. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. Now I shall never hear it but what this evening will come pouring back over me. And so, here we are, right back from where we started. I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father.
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