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“Don’t be childish, Annabel. "I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr. My husband, he is cruel and wicked, and—and entirely undistinguished. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. My people don’t know what to do.
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