"I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense. But the survey was satisfactory, and she found herself presently in Room No. Practically it was most of the chief interests in life that she proposed to settle in this pedestrian meditation. "Where am I?" asked Spurlock. One marked difference between the poor outcast, who, oppressed by poverty, and stung by shame, had sought temporary relief in the stupifying draught,—that worst "medicine of a mind diseased,"—and those of the same being, freed from her vices, and restored to comfort and contentment, if not to happiness, by a more prosperous course of events, was exhibited in the mouth. Something unpardonable is laid to my charge.
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