As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. 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. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. It was as much accident as anything, but she had killed him.
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