"Still," went on the manager, "they are slaves in a sense; they are bought and sold until their original indebtedness is paid. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. 4 \"No thanks. We were going at a mad pace. I'm ready to bear it all. I don't think.
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