"Poor Mrs. The two hostlers, however, kept close at his heels; and Jack, whose strength began to flag, feared he could not hold much longer. John knew better. She was weeping now. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. ” “I think I am. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work.
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