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But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. "Come along! We'll start that concert right away. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. 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. Smith will tell you I'm misinformed, also, on that point.
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