It was not for a week or a month. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. The smell of gunpowder was strong in the room. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall.
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