’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. " "God forbid!" exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolonging the interview, he added, with some precipitation, "But I must be going: I've stayed here too long already.
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