‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands.
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