Only an undermaid I was then. ” She looked at him, pleading, miserable in her fancy gown. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt.
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