The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. Give him this letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. As the woollendraper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his passionate addresses. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. ” His voice assumed an easy detached tone. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray.
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