What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. I am tired, and I want to be alone. I think that I have become a drug drinker. "Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. ‘Speak, then. Of course a little daughter is a delightful thing enough.
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