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Charles Peters
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CALLED AWAY."AND CLUNG TO HER NECK WITH A SMOTHERED CRY."In the heart of the heartless town, where hunger and death are rife;Where gold and greed, and trouble and need, make up the sum of life—A woman lives with her only child,And toils 'mid the weary strife.No end to the tiring toil to earn a wage so small;No end to the ceaseless care—ah! the misery of it all!While the strongest...
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CHAPTER I.THE VALLEY OF HUMILIATION. erle, I may be a little old-fashioned in my notions; middle-aged people never adjust their ideas quite in harmony with you young folk, but in my day we never paused to count fifty at a full stop." Aunt Agatha's voice startled me with its reproachful irritability. Well, I had deserved that little sarcasm for I must confess that I had been reading very...
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CHAPTER V.MRS. GARNETT'S ROCKERS. I had plenty of time for such introspective thoughts as these during my brief railway journey, and before my luggage and I were safely deposited at 35, Queen's Gate. Again I rang the bell, and again the footman in plush and powder answered the door, but this time there was no hesitation in his manner. "Miss Fenton, I believe," he said, quite civilly....
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