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Her soul was burning with a sense of insult.
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"It's there, woman, isn't it, in black and white?"
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Pouncing upon his visitor, he dragged him from
his seat, crying, "Git out! git out!" |
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"Oh, that men should put an enemy in their
mouths to steal away their brains!" |
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"Thou'll get no whisky here." |
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"Now then, woman, look at that! There's
poethry for thee!" |
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"He's not dead! Oh, say he's not dead!"
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She caught sight of Jeff sitting in the corner, his
doleful face propped upon his hand |
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"Are you mad? Are you mocking me?" |
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She remarked in slow, mocking tones, "Oh, it's
thee—at last!" |
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"If you don't agree, the creditors will take legal
proceedings" |
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"It is one of the penalties of ray fall that I am not
as other men are" |
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