CHAPTER III. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. “You say you want a vote,” said Mr. “Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly.
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