A boy like John’s dashing friend David Mitchell, someone who shares your love of academics. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. Besides these plunderers, there were others with whom the disposal of their pillage necessarily brought them into contact, and who seldom failed to attend them during their hours of relaxation and festivity;—to wit, dealers in junk, old rags, and marine stores, purchasers of prize-money, crimps, and Jew receivers. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink.
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