. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. Manning. They embarked upon an open and declared friendship. You can scribble if you want to, but after you've given your eight hours daily to the mills. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion.
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