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"So the wheelman told you? I've always spoken it, though I can neither read nor
write it. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's
sober; hands too shaky. I’m not a lovesick boy. ”
She put on a short dress that was sky blue, with thick
straps about the shoulders. “My child, I do not wish. I am sorry, but you have spoilt me. I swore I would
bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such
distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of
misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as
his father. When he was up and about, the idea of
flight would return.
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