She breathed deeply. ‘Wait! No time for that. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. Wood," added she in a hollow voice, and with a ghastly look, "gin may bring ruin; but as long as poverty, vice, and ill-usage exist, it will be drunk. Just as Hogarth got to the door, the turnkey stopped him. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. She interrupted. Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar.
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